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Back pressed on pavement. Hope filled face looks to the cloudless purple sky. I didn't even think. Heart failing Sould pounding Striving to sore like a comet deep into the unknown. I didn't even think. Hand gripping onto hers Who is she Holding onto me Begging me to wait for a better releif than organic nirvona that I see ahead. I didn't even think. Thoughts screaming by can't push a breath. Images lingering clovers in the wind. I didn't even think.

Walked into the house where our footprints were new. The first thing faces we had never seen. Walked up the stairs hope the familiar is lerking. Withered and weaved in the crowd face gets hot hands crisp to ice. Search around while craving to slink away. Hide like church bells. Find my way out squeeze through the glass got to seduce the crave caused by unease. Familiar and me like turtles pass the bad habbit. Turning it to a slice of wet bread. Peak quiet at the clock. Waiting to get out clock with no arms stresses me. Begining to collect dust. Waiting hoping for the familiar.

When these people meet me, they meet me as Meg. They meet me as Meg and what their eyes set for them. They meet me as a sister, as a friend, and as a daughter. These people, They meet the outside walls, and the outside walls only, of my personality box. When these people meet me, they know right away from their mind hidden behind lashes that I am not some by-the-book seventeen year old girl. I do NOT spend my life in my parent's wallt, or with my lips stuck on HIS ass. I do NOT spend my time trying to find some way, and any way, for these paper dolls that were created out of the same box to notice me. These people see right away that

His warm, tan hand hooks into mine with his smooth thumb strocking back and forth across the palm of mine. First my legs, now my neck, I feel the tingle of his loving effection poison my blood. He pulls me in closer with our faces nose to nose, and his green eyes smerking back at mine. I feel the warmth of each and every part of his body over take mine, when his free hand slinks slowly down my back, then down my arm, and into my other hand; gripping on as if he never wants to let go. His voice, deep but crisp, whisps it's way into my ear as his smooth tight fitted lips lightly kiss my neck. He pulls his head back just enough that the tip

My room is dark and cold with the blue tarp draped over my window from the roofing men. I make my way to my bed sticking out from a corner through the clothing covered floor. I sit on my bed and look at the four walls that I have lived 16 years of life in. In that very moment I felt as if I was still 10 years old. My mornings consisted of waking up at 10:00 and curling up into a ball on the family room couch to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eating 3 bowls of frosted flakes. I didn't have to get up early to go to work, to make my own money. I didn't have to make any phone calls to any friends in hope that at least one of them hadn'

My room is dark and cold with the blue tarp draped over my window from the roofing men. I make my way to my bed sticking out from a corner through the clothing covered floor. I sit on my bed and look at the four walls that I have lived 16 years of life in. In that very moment I felt as if I was still 10 years old. My mornings consisted of waking up at 10:00 and curling up into a ball on the family room couch to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eating 3 bowls of frosted flakes. I didn't have to get up early to go to work, to make my own money. I didn't have to make any phone calls to any friends in hope that at least one of them hadn'

I do not sleep to dream. I sleep to get away. My eyes do not gain weight with sand from the beaches along the wild, white wages in my sleeping thoughts, for my eyes closed from the weight of the dear drops that lingered on my lashes. My heart does not get to make a wish every night when my mind takes a nap. Oh no. My heart has been broken, too crushed to even squeeze out a screaming drop of desire. I do not sleep to dream, for I sleep to get away. I close my eyes to shut out the look of disappointment in my father's narrow brown eyes. I close my door, turn out my lights, not so that I can see the moonlight dance and glitter on my walls, but