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writings about
walking around
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the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
junior prom was the worst
i was a queen in my thick brocade
i'd never felt so beautiful in my life
but you were cruel
we were almost hit by another car on the way back
you left me alone on my doorstep
i curled up, and hid, and cried
until my mother found me
i fell asleep
and when i woke up she'd lit candles
put on some romantic music
and made us hot dogs
she held my feet in her lap
she could always make things right

jennifer, 11/18/00

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