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xthe-eleanorx — FFM XXIX
Published: 2012-07-30 02:46:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 174; Favourites: 6; Downloads: 5
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She's locked herself in her own absurdities. She traces silver-white raised skin over her shoulders and hips, wallowing in her own disgusting self-pity. At night, she cries over people who have been crafted from twenty-six shapes arranged in clever ways. Then she arranges the shapes some more, and pulls her hair because it will never be the same.She looks for the people she has pushed away and cries when she can't find them. Standing on her toes, she meets the goals she has set for herself. She pats herself on her back for a job well done without bothering to try jumping.
Watching the world from the window, she looks at buildings, and grass, and trees, and people. They wander around the streets, going nowhere but to and fro.
Disgusting. She thinks.
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I thought this was cleverly written. It relates to people and how we think, that we know we should be doing more and criticise others for it, but most of us remain doing the mundane and not going out of our way to fix that.
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