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writings about
walking around
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the prom
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and
moving forward
.
I remember growing up around here. It looks the same, it does.
I wonder if other people remember it the way I do. I want to
say something. I do. I used to have so much to say.

That girl had a baby, too.

Something stirred inside of me, and the love I had to feel for
this child pushed out any love that I had for myself.

Time to remember that now.
rachael, 12/16/10

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