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Every bit of innocence coming to life as little watery eyes filled the room. Glances of knowing mistery lies beneath. Painful words ripping through backs. If we were to destroy historical data then we would ruin our past and without the past we would all live this lie. OnetimeReader living the lie that could lead her to a certain present. Seeing the clues around her, the buzzing sound of one so obvious yet such a 'huh?' Custom built stainless steal of rembrance buzzed through vehicles of present. Roads of tomorrow lie ahead and yet the present wheels just gazed upon the ongoings of pavements and concretes. The honks of yesterday seemed to echo through hollowed halls of thoughts and memories, the blanked out moment wherein every stare showed a certain emotion. search for truth to relive the present. OnetimeReader not wanting to live another lie. Hanging on the moments she left dangling. The clinging to lost memories she seemed to find somewhere. Finished lists of which the entire life looks up to. Melodies that echoed through the walls of the heart they left empty before going their separate ways. Lost in the stiuation, desperate to find a key, to search through the inside of that someone she looks back to. The continous step onto moving on leaving one more glance behind and yet the continous pull and push impact onto the life so hard to live with. The lie she used to tell and believed, even she got fooled by one stupid lie. Who knew, OnetimeReader could do such a thing. To herself. Its not like psychosuicideissuedclassmate. But it's just an issuedgirl moment for her. OnetimeReader reading books she knows won't have the answer and yet every sentence was one more voiced out. Kept her focus on her day, ridently skipping through the pages she left bank.

Or the driver that could possibly bring you back home when you want to. The pay phone that sends you home, bringing you the answers of which you were looking for the whole time. The certain face of the present staring back at you with eyes bulging from one side to the other. The excitement of the mistery for tomorrow brings the aroma of blueberries. The hidden meaning of a 'hey you' leaves another case on the table. The endless rolling of eyes as ms. guba chuckles out the corniest jokes ever. She should do the waving thing on the OHP more often. The practices that leave us in school til six pm. The shirts worn by emotion struggling inside. The retarded acts the acted up on us once again. Retarded class. We have a poor little boy, shark, hairflipper, onetimereader, rofl (roffle), little ms. guba (how ironic), penguin dancers, croakable joker, africa, haley aka mrs. royalty and psychoplam. Greatest class of all.

OnetimeReader left unaswered phones ringing through the room, not eating the food prepared on the table. Stares flew as they passed by. Phones left unaswered rings. The hollowed heart just couldn't hear them. Drunken lips sipped through the glass filled with aroma that seemed like blueberries. the wine that dripped through her cherry lips seeped through and uncovered her unconquerable soul.

She is the master of her fate. She is the captain of her soul.