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Beatrice Sparks

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.
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Good Life Minutes Rest Scare
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
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Humanity Small Parts
one day I’ll be old, without ever having really been young
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Old One Day Young
Alone. The saddest word in the world.
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Saddest World
Maybe the new me will be different.
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Different Maybe New
She didn’t know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.
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Heart Home Running
This morning when I left Mom’s parting words were, “Come straight home after school.” Wow! Like I’m going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn’t sound so bad at that.
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Home Mom Morning
I can’t believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it’s only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.
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Believe Littles Looks
Sometimes I think we’re all trying to be shadows of each other, trying to buy the same records and everything even if we don’t like them. Kids are like robots, off an assembly line, and I don’t want to be a robot!
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Assembly Everything Record Robot Same Shadow
I pretend I’ve got lots of confidence and I’m a big jock and like that but deep inside I’m a frightened, insecure, can’t-make-it failure.
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Frightened Insecure Jocks
Lying – remembering beauty in truth.
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Beauty Lying Remember Truth
I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.
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Fragmented Lost Shattered
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.
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Escape Sleep Way
I guess I’ll never measure up to anyone’s expectations. I surely don’t measure up to what I’d like to be.
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Expectations Like Measure
Why is life so difficult? Why can’t we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?
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Accepting Difficult Way
Nobody’s talking to me, but nobody’s hassling me either. I guess you can’t have everything.
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Everything Guess Nobody Talking

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