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they all know my name now. it's just another LONELY DAY on the playground.ind. sel. HEATHER DUKE. written by nicki.

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               she doesn’t  know how long she’ll be able to conceal it. the nausea worsens every day, but at least the GROWTH does not yet show. mama assures her she’ll take care of it. mama says she can cleanse the sin. wendla – she isn’t as sure. what she is sure of is the other HELL she’ll put through should they find out how tainted she’s become. all she wants is to disappear, but she CAN’T – only curl over the edge of her chair & pretend as if she never existed.

              ‘ please  heather — please not now. ‘

 NO   MALEVOLENT   INTENT   LIES   STAGNANT   BENEATH   reputation - forged   comportment ,     for    footsteps   are   presently   taken   in   solitude    (  creators   of   scheduling   have   not     a    SCINTILLA    of    due   RESPECT   for   unwavering   social   inseparability  ) ,     and   while   situation   doesn’t   call   for   whole    SHEDDING   of   bulletproof   carapace ,    number   of   exiguous   shifts   cannot   be   HELPED.    ❛     what    the   hell   are   you   talking   about    ––––––    ?     ❜

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❛   heather told me what’s been   GOING ON   between you and heather. i’m not one to consider myself the best advice giver, but if that sort of thing is   n e e d e d   let me know, okay heather?   ❜

it hadn’t been so much a DIRTY LITTLE SECRET between the clique that the heather clad in green had been the main target for the heather clad in red’s     v e n o m o u s  s p e w s     ( regardless of their effect ). yet where the member in yellow failed, the member in blue rather more succeeded in regards to voicing opinions.

❛   if you want, we can have a good ol’ game of   CROQUET   some time; heather and heather don’t have to be involved, i’m not too sure it’d be a GOOD IDEA..                                     knowing how the                 D E M O N       Q U E E N       OF                     H I G H       S C H O O L  can be.   ❜

 ❛     .   .   .    sure   thing.    THANKS ,    VERONICA.     ❜       recrudescence   of   scarlet - sprent   ire   has    become   QUOTIDIAN   OCCURRENCE ,    forcing   reliquae   of   confidence   beyond   ABAPICAL   STATE   ;    apprehension - clouded   GRATITUDE’S   verbalization   contains    detectable   traces   of   vacillation ,    soft    sound   somewhere   between   titter   and    sough   acting   as    its   escort.    credence   and   its   countless    complications    –––––––    sibilated   DERISION’S   BLADE   sinks   deeper   into   pallid   ivory   with   formation  of   each   letter ,    each   igniparous   in   their   own   right.   but   roaring   FLAMES   cannot   be   fended   off   with   GASOLINE   if   one   does   not   wish   to   be   INCINERATED.      ❛     and    –––––    while   that   sounds   great    ?     you   know   that   she’d   find   out   or   BLOW   UP   or   .   .   .     BOTH.     i   wouldn’t   want   you    to   have   to   get   THE   BRUNT   OF   IT.     ❜      (  accismus   lies   beneath   reassurance.  )     ❛     everything's  alright.   PROMISE.     ❜

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there’s a frigidity to her character, gelid gaze landing on petite brunette standing adjacent. pale hand is placed upon jutting hip. 

‘ may i HELP you ? or are you just gonna stand there staring ? ‘

 DIVIDE   GLOSSED   TIERS,   SWIPE   EBURNEAN   pigmentation   upon   stupefaction - etched   alabaster.    isolate   very   notion   of   DIOPTRICITY   and   witness   innumerable   anxieties    ––––––    daemons   that    taunt   and   jeer   and   REVEL   in   capability   to   induce   sleeplessness    (  ECCYMOSIS - STAINED   EGO   is   former   MONARCH’S   to   nurse    ––––––    sherwood   and   its   inhabitants   have   been   LAIN   TO     REST,   though   past   is   reluctant   to   be   RELINQUISHED  ).    ❛     can   i   get   you   a   XANAX,   or   are    you   going   to   keep   acting   like   I’M   the   one   who   put   the   BUG   UP   YOUR   ASS   ?     ❜     reinstate.

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             have   heather    subtweet   you   !    //   accepting.

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❛ i need nothing . ❜

             of   monsters    and   men   sentence   prompts.   //   accepting.

 SOLELY   SYCOPHANTIC   IS   STATEMENT   ASSUMED   TO   BE    –––––––    one   cannot   look   in    any    direction   but   downwards   when   placed   upon   PEDESTAL,   and   though   not   hailed   as    westerburg’s   QUEEN,   facts   are   facts    :        albeit   LOWER   RANKING,   heather   duke   retains   title  of   ROYALTY.    high   position   is   tractive   to   pastiche   of   RESENTMENT   and   ADORATION    ;     pertaining   to   present   speaker,   aforementioned   moiety   is   supposed   incentive.     ❛     if   that   was   the   TRUTH,   you   wouldn’t   have   said   shit.   what   do   you   want,   aria   ?     ❜     DERISION - DRENCHED   –––––––––   when   not    accompanying   SUPERIOR,   considerably   less   fear   is   made   apparent.

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And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.”

T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (via clairewherethere)

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❛ i’m shaking like a leaf . ❜

             of   monsters    and   men   sentence   prompts.   //   accepting.

 ❛     –––––––––   .   .   .   what,   am   i   supposed   to   FEEL   BAD   or   something   ?     ❜     corner   of   lips  twitches   upwards,   dark   brows   drawing   closer   together   in   exhibition   of   mock   puzzlement        ;     there   is   no    point   in   SUBTLE   GASCONADING   of   power,   so   why   watch   time   tick   away   ?       (  and   with   a   bizarre   FONDNESS   is   memory   of   CORONATION   reflected   on.   )     ❛     you   and    i   both   know   DAMN   WELL   that   a   no - name   loser’s   suicide   attempt   wouldn’t   get   HALF   the    attention   as   KURT   and   RAM’S.     ❜     because   heather’s   memory   exists   as   hardly   anything    more   than   precedent   to   follow   –––––   the   sooner   classmates   forget,   the   BETTER.    (  let    thought   alone   become   tacendous,   allow   HEMAL   HUE   to   become   associated   with   STRONGER    LEADER.  )       ❛     god,   i   mean,   just   look   at   MARTHA   DUMPTRUCK.   bottom   line   ?   it’s   not    my    job   to   be   anyone’s   FRIEND.   get   a   shrink.    ❜

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And even my DARKEST moments, where submission and surrender are all that plague my mind, it is the sun that I seek. A golden light manifesting from the shadows, peering over the horizon of my blurred vision. The day has come to start anew and it will become my SALVATION.                      For I am a woman that can conquer with this power in my hand                            and the sun protecting my back from tempting shadows.

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