

Who Am I?Who am I? It depends on who you ask. To him? I'm a pompous bitch who talks too much. To her? I'm obnoxiously bubbly, too loud, too ridiculous. She sees me as a hero, a free spirit to look up to. This guy barely sees me at all. I'm just a blur in his life, nothing really. Insignificant. To him, I'm "perfect," all the things he looks for in a girl. Except he sees me just as little as the former really. To her, I'm an embarrassment, essentially flawed, my name marked by mistakes.Who Am I?
He sees me as a sign of hope, a compassionate soul amidst a sea of selfishness.
But what am I reall


The Key My story ends where many logically do, at the hospital, amid the caring nurses, fresh blue and yellow bruises, and the TV, which constantly talks to itself.The Key
It began with a doorknob. I'd found a key in my grandmother's jewelry case while rummaging through to find the real gold pieces before my other relatives had the chance. I might have cast it aside, except that I'd already scavenged one citrine ring, the birthstone we shared. With nothing better to do, the key represented mystery, and I searched for its matching lock for an hour. Possessing a teenager's dedication, I


The ArchWe could have taken the easy way, stepped confidently onto firm planks on a bridge so many have traveled, but we aimed higher because our lives werent precarious enough. Our bodies maneuvered onto the railing, slim and unprotected. Our feet moved,The Arch
one in front of the other, precisely.
A glance down gave me a glimpse of reality, of the ground below moving out of time with the metal beneath me, but I continued the ascent into the sky, guided by your laughter.
Those below us began their nervous habits: I could hear the cranking of knuckles and the quick
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I see you're from Pittsburgh. I was there two weekends ago, had an amazing time. If I had the pleasure of living in the city, I'd probably waste away most of my days in the Mattress Factory though.
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Sooo...tomorrow at 10 am you should probably be outside the doors with a couple bucks in hand.
Seriously.
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