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Daily Memoirs, Reader's Digest Condensed Version.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It's just like riding a bicycle.
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Cara
Baltimore, Maryland, United States
I’m a senior graphic design major & book concentrator with a soft spot for letterpress, swing dancing, contra dancing, and bunnies.
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Just kidding. I take it back.
Glitter is pretty, especially on boys.
Wanting spring back. Too fucking hot.
He loves me, loves me not.
It'll be worth it, in retrospect.
Jumping for sorrow, wallowing in joy.
Falling asleep, nausea by my side.
I will pull this all together.
I'm straight, but she's so cute.
Pay attention to me: I'm tragic.
Art school junior still can't draw.
I need a mental health day.
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Black male, early teens, orange shirt.
I feel like I'm trapped here.
Glad I'm visiting home, for once.
Ashamed of the hatred I feel.
Bike ride, physical assault, bake cookies.
The day can turn so quickly.
anger burning, fear paralyzing, mission accomplished?
And people are murdered over bicycles.
What were you trying to prove?
Rage takes over boys so young.
Those little fuckers will be back.
Simple words, and you throw punches.
It's just like riding a bicycle.
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