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waltz
"The only dance I know is a simple waltz," he said. "But I do alright with that." "This is the same, just with a flourish or two." she replied.
driven
I felt driven to do something really unusual and brave by my standards - I felt like I could take on the world. She was worth it, I knew. Anything I had to do to win her, it was done.
wash
Everything I thought I knew about myself has been washed away. Now I'm drowning in confusion - I am so many things, but not absolutely any things, it seems. What a strange identity is mine, a mind of many, some, both, and none.
gong
She hit the gong like a drunk might hit his docile wife.
leather
Leather is what lies between me and the appearance of normalcy. I wear this jacket, and people pull their kids further away from me and closer to themselves. I don't wear it, and I stay cold and unstylish, and I don't really feel like me.
lack
I lacked the courage to say what I meant. I choked on the words hanging on the back of my throat. I tried to come up with different ones to use. False, nonthreatening words were what I needed, but my brain wasn't working, either.
stand
I can't stand to see you like this. What are you doing? Stop looking at her like that, you know she's going to destroy you. She'll steal your heart and stomp all over it.
withheld
I withheld information. Damn right I did, but I was withholding for a reason. Sure, they had badges and therefore authority, so I guess I should've just submitted right off, but there was something shifty about them both, and I smelled some kind of setup.
lashes
Lashes. Hers were long, and fluttered like butterfly wings. But they were for deceiving, I knew. They were lying lashes.
chained
Chained and beaten like a pathetic dog, he thought. I am! Perhaps I'm supposed to be like this.