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I remember seeing a little girl, a friend of mine actually, with a rose on her arm. It was a blank day, and  God  it was sad. Everything seemed like a joke, but not a funny joke, more of a  that rose on her arm was carved in... and I didn't even have half a mind... or heart to hug her and tell her how much she means me to me  kind of day. Deep wells were dug that day. But it takes a deep well  to find clear water.  I can hardly look at myself in the mirror for the things I do. We do. It's subconscious yet I know I do it anyways. Rumors, lies,  truths,  the lot. It can really hurt someone. It's time to change that, not only in me, but in  EVE

 My mother told me some days that her hair was falling out and I'd sit there and listen to her grief only wishing that I could get a word in before I can't speak. She'd tell me wholesome stories of when I was a kid and how much better life was then when I wasn't such a hassle or a misfortune. She used to tell me that I could be the president, or an astronaut until she found out that all I was good for was boosting the economy of cigarette sales. My dad always said that I wouldn't understand until I was older and more intelligent when he really meant that I wouldn't understand until I could feel more emotions and relive his th