Suck on the pacifier.. Play with the rattle which hangs above your crib. The shapes and colors are absorbed by your eager, young brain willing to grow. Vapo-rub..rubbed on your chest by motherly hands.. It helps you sleep...no troubles no cares in all the world. Hair spray..you spray on your long locks. You try to look as pretty as the other girls, but you just can't. You feel mousy, quiet, and hidden behind insecurity. Hamburgers..your first job. you're scared and shy, and skinny. You won't eat what the others shove mindlessly into their mouths.. You won't eat anything.. but you're thin. You're not so ugly anymore. The guys smile back now.. Most of the time, they smile first. Still no troubles, no cares.. except of course, the battle you fight in your mind. but they can't tell. Too much..too much hair dye. You're hair's jet black, too much make-up...your eyes like raccoon eyes.. Now people notice you, but they are scared. They don't understand. You're still hiding. you have troubles, you have cares. You are afraid to come out of the house, for fear of being hurt by rude stares, or comments, or even worse, nothing at all. You are alone..at a university.. You're have become very quiet, very withdrawn. NOthing makes you smile. You can't have fun like the other kids. You drink alcohol, among other things to make you happy for a brief moment in time. You never thought you'd resort to this But, "oh well"..you say. It's keeping me here. You are home..you've been gone only a year. You reunite with friends, and make new ones. You're hair's not so black anymore. you're not stick skinny, but you've lost the flabbiness of your youth..You're finally holding a stable weight. Sadly, this is important for your happiness... You start dressing like a girl again. You start speaking your mind.. You start making people laugh. You start talking to everyone. You break out of this shell that has kept you hidden all these years. You escape. the real you is seen by all.. You change....the direction of your life, no more school, no more numbness. You want to live. You move away..no more vaporub,or dancing shapes above your crib. No more teachers motivating you to work hard.. just you, just you and a dream.. that you cannot deny any longer. You know you'll make it.. You just need time, time to make money, time to move away again.. Somewhere bigger, somewhere with substance, There's not much for you here. But, you live anyway. You live everyday. You work to make money.. You audition for local shows.. anything to keep you occupied.. while you wait for something big. Maybe something big will never come, but you don't care... You live... and live and live... everyday.. You live..Birth sign: Aries
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