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Today, tomorrow, for the very first time. I don't want to attain what I once had in sight. No longer do I dare put up with what is considered as unfair, my reasons I sit up at night lost into a dazed stare. The words of fat fucking bitch, whore, and stupid just swirls in my head. Gestures of pleadings, promise rings, baptism, and swears keeps me in confusion. Me wanting to believe that the harming done was just an illusion. Taught to those new in life is the wonderful "love," fantasized. Developing hopeful dreams to arise naturally for we all are human beings, easily monopolized. Leaving out the possibility of the hearts stretched stitches being ripped out the seams. Love is not meant for all, I am one who has had to fall... deprived of what I dreamt and dedicated time for, in return was strikes at my heart's core. Enforced to live my life to un-wantingly watch time pass until it's time for me to drift away and become apart of the past.

Marcelina Flores

-March 31st 2014-