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Lying – remembering beauty in truth.

Beatrice Sparks

I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.
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Book Part Real Really
I wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn’t hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me?
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Hurt People Stupid
It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
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Blood Life People
They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.
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Hurt Selfish Thinking
The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.
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Bottom Complete Fallen Life
Maybe the new me will be different.
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Different Maybe New
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
one day I’ll be old, without ever having really been young
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Old One Day Young
They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
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Important Individual Personality Something
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
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Humanity Small Parts
I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.
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Drug Feels Wonderland
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’m afraid to live and afraid to die.
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Afraid Dies Live
Alone. The saddest word in the world.
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Saddest World
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

Lying – remembering beauty in truth.

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