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I guess runway simply makes me think of the models that get paid to starve themselves to look pretty. I can't think of anything pleasant to write about this, so I don't know if I should write more at all. I suppose.
The clamp was tightened around the chair leg to the table, no matter how hard the child tried, he couldn't manage to take it from spot it was in an place it someplace else. No winning against the clamp.
There was violence all around her, and yet, she never got violent herself. She'd have the chance, day after day, but never used it. She couldn't understand it.
Until that fateful day. She couldn't stand it anymore. The urge to fight consumed her, 'til honestly? There was no other way to describe it.
She got violent.
It's just a word, replaceable for lust. Bit of an awkward word to be honest. Rhymes with dust, must, can't think of anything else. Thirty seconds to write about lust, and I rhyme. Such a funny thing. Strong emotion, I suppose. But that's how things work. Dust, must, trust, lust. That's all.
Her smile was perfect, but yet, there was a hint of sadness. It didn't make it all the way to her eyes, and I wasn't sure why. She seemed like she had a nice enough life, but damn. No matter what I did to make her laugh, that smile just wouldn't reach her eyes. Maybe I'm not meant to know.
The train was stopped, all of a sudden. There might not be an important reason for it, but she wasn't sure. She closed her book, stood up, and walked out to the door of her train car's room. She slowly turned, and stuck her head out the door. Last thing she'd do.
Beloved is such a funny word. To be loved by your beloved would be just a bit more intriguing, I believe. But what am I to say? It's just a word, another word to write about. I want to be loved, just a bit, sometimes. Makes life interesting. That's all.
My friend had always wanted to be a teacher, ever since he was a kid. We was gonna be good at it too, I could feel it, about him. But then Walker came around, and everything changed. He needed to be able to raise the family he'd have one day. With Walker, everything changed. His hopes were gone, all because of a man. That's life.
It's just a corner. Sometimes you'll sit in it, sometimes you'll be told to stand in it. Especially as a kid. Oh, man, when you were five? If you decided to take too many candy pieces, then you got in trouble. And of course, you'd be sent to sit in the corner. You couldn't talk, and you most definitely could not turn around. It'd last about two minutes, but sitting in that corner, it felt like eternity. And eternity is definitely full of corners.