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girl_jane I feel like such a whimp-
Like an ungly little girl who's lost her mother in a grocery store.
she freezes in the middle of the aisle and makes a puddle with her tears on the cold, fake stone floor. Frantic and alone-

Her cry starts as a whimper-
then the blood in her body starts to storm
and she screams
her body shakes

the front of her dress is drenched

She's defeated.

She sits in her cold, hard, salty puddle.

Fucking weak and pathetic I am.

I am *not* a little girl.

I am a young woman-

A young woman who's been reduced to this state by winter's crushing cold and shamed by trudging barefoot through snow.

I should be a woman-
wearing a gown of summer's sun and fireflies in my hair-decorated by jewelry made of diamond rain.

What I should be-

What I am...

Ha.
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girl_jane I need break it into lines and stanzas as well. But feelings aren't broken up like poems-they just muddle together into a slushy, sloppy, icky mess. 040119
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stork daddy worthwhile....and...eh 040119
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s For yourentir life you will feel like this lost girl when deep inside you have the passion of a women and yet cant face it because the fear of the past restricts your choices for the future. 040206
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birdmad eep!
here's a scary meditation.

i don't have a good answer for this one.
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x happy, unhappy 040206