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ImpatienceMy fingers slide across the edges of the buttons.
Every once in awhile I'll stop and check.
No change has occured.
No messages have been received.
I go back to my busy work.
I'm on the computer or doing my homework.
Then, what seems like an eternity has passed,
I'll pick it up again.
Still no answer.
Still no reply.
Reluctantly i give my attention to something else,
with the impatience tickling the back of my mind,
as if it's waiting for me to spring.
I snatch up my phone,
relieved that I finally got the message.
That was the microwave...
And now, I'm back to waiting.
In My Own SkinI'm waiting for the day I can stand next to her and say
"I'm just as pretty as she is."
The day will come when I don't decide to diet...
Just to try it...
For the 3rd time
The day will come when I can hear a compliment,
And believe it
See, society expects me to fit into an image,
Living an imaginary life
In an imagined body that seems just a bit too far out of reach
"Never judge a book by its cover"
Ingrained into our brains from the start
Read between the lines of that book:
“Be yourself, but be just like me.”
Because the media judges people endlessly,
Changes us relentlessly;
And a smile that kills
“Buy our product!
Or else you’ll never live
To the standards that we establish
To set you up for your perpetual failure”
When I look in the mirror, all I see is the
And she hasn't an idea of where she fits in
Your “perfect” girl
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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