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Everyday I trudge through freezing cold rooms filled with a flourescent glare carrying volumes of books. Thirsty for knowledge that won't ever be gained. I look at the world through a cracked rear view mirror of an old broken down dodge. But I never complain because it still gets me where I need to go. Which is virtually no where...because I won't ever leave where I am anyway.
I stare down the people who's eyes shine like hard candy until they fade away into a black nothingness and smile at how bitter I've let myself become. I spin around in the driveway until I'm quite dizzy and can barely see and I sit down on the pavement and laugh at myself until my head clears and I stand up and go back to my reality. My name is Ruth. On Marie: She's the deepest shallow girl I know. Quick with a comeback or witty remark; she remains one of my closet friends. She could be the person most different from me and so similar at the same time. We share a brain and a soul. PS: i saw hanson in concert twice...the second time is where i met marie. funny how the world works :) |