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From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

Brenna Yovanoff

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.
BRENNA YOVANOFF

Considering Overcoming People
These are things I did with no consequences, no repercussions. My nineteen detentions were for smart answers and missed homework. There is no equivalent punishment for making the world a stranger place.
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Answer Consequences Equivalent Smart Thing World
The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.
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Broken Mines Real
I’ve never been impulsive. It’s always been in my nature to consider things carefully and then decide upon the best solution. Except, sometimes the circumstances change. Sometimes things get so complicated and so bad that your nature just doesn’t matter anymore.
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Decide Matter Sometimes Upon
The world is full of unused corners.
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Corners Unused World
I wanted it in the way you sometimes want to jump into very cold water, even though you know it won’t feel good. I wanted to go numb. To see what it felt like to be someone else.
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Feel Good Life Water
People do that sometimes. Change.
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Change People Sometimes
You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.
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Dancing Names World
Once, I ordered two thousand lady bugs from the local garden center and set them loose in the atrium. I sprinkled marigold seeds in the ficus planters and put gold fish in the lobby fountain.
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Garden Punishment Smart
From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.
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Cities Distance Sky
The hours spool out like a ribbon I can’t find the end of.
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Ends Hours Ribbons
The simple truth is that you can understand the way you are. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you’re just a part of it.
BRENNA YOVANOFF

Hate Love Simple

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

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From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

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