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vocal
I'm a very 'vocal' person. It's a character trait that especially my roommate doesn't appreciate. And I don't even mean anything sexual. Everytime I drop something he thinks the world is about to end.
left
As soon as I had left I felt better. I felt in charge of my own life. He was no longer occupying my every thought and I started to think about what my writing was becoming.
clasp
I clasp my hands together. With one wing it is stuck between my hands, it is crawling and wriggling to break free.
native
In my native language I am probably able to express myself more direct. Still, this exercise gives me a small jumpstart on the day.
strive
I strive to become something more than I was yesterday. Not everyday is like that. But on a Blue Monday as it is today, the only way to go for me is forward. Leaving everything that was familiar behind took guts, but it was a good decision.
cone
pfff... it was so hot that day, i couldn't have eaten enough ice cream. Forget the cone, just give the entire container, i will bury my face in it...
vines
The vines. That's where we first met. I was on holiday with my parents, 9 years old, bustling through a patch of wild bushes, which in my mind were to be called 'the vines'. As my parents practiced their high-school french with the neighbour, I spotted the neighbours grandson on his hands and knees.
cry
Lazily I sat on the the couch, my laptop on my lap. Suddenly a rush of acid rushed to my throat. I jumped up, laptop shoved aside and rushed to the bathroom. To the toilet I trusted the remains of my breakfast and the sudden heaves made me cry hot burning tears.
experience
in my experience, love at first sight is bullshit. Sure, when I met Adam I liked him enough, but I only really learned to love him after an entire night being stuck in an elevator together, not just the two of us but also an old chatty smelly lady and an asian girl. The whole experience was nerve-wrecking, but despite my claustrophobia I made it through, thanks to him.
procedure
This procedure is very important. You will have to let the person in front of the queue wait at least another 60 seconds before you let approach your cubicle.
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