If I had to talk to my best friend, I’d tell him that I love him and that I think we should have never parted ways. I would tell him that he needs to stop being so stubborn and speak to me, and tell me what is wrong. I’d scream at him that his biggest fault would be not loving me the way that I loved him and that he needed to stop being so cold and hostile for reasons that I have yet to be made aware of as to why he is acting this way. I’d tell him to stop being so stupid. But in the end I think his reaction would be neutral, and that he’d not change a bit. I think he’d remain stonewall silent and walk away.

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I remember going to school in a racist town, and well, one day a young black girl came into our Kindergarden class. No body would play with her, because she was black. I knew this because I was told by Ms. R**** P****, the most popular girl in my class, that if I hung out with her, I’d lose my friends. I was already very unpopular, and this didn’t appeal to me. if I could go back in time, I’d not have help alienate that girl, she didn’t deserve it. I probably would have made a life long friend out of the situation in the end, instead of a painful memory when I conformed to those around me.

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If I had to eat 3 things forever, that could only mean that I’ve locked myself in a bomb shelter with a limited supply of food, because of this special case scenario I would be forced to eat canned peaches, twinkles, and cup o ramen soup. I would assume that there would be hot water running in there, since the structure would be  advanced and strong enough to house people after a nuclear explosion for long periods of time, AND  there would have to be a can opener so I could eat my canned peaches. I would not enjoy this, but because of my stupidity, locking myself in a bomb shelter, I’d be forced to enjoy the stock of canned peaches, cup o’ ramen, and twinkles, day in and day out till the day that I die.

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On July 3rd of 2008, just one week after high school graduation I gave birth to the most beautiful 5 pound eleven ounce child the world had ever seen. She was stark white, and her eyes were grey on the edges, green and hazel in the middle, and honey brown at the core around the pupil. They were the most magnificent iris’s I have ever seen, and as an artist I take a special interest in eyes. They are not just the windows to the soul, but the most beautiful anatomical parts on the human body in my opinion. I was entranced by my child’s eyes, and like most infants, her eyes changed to a darker color by the next day, but the beauty of that image, the first time me and my daughter’s gazes met, I will never forget, for after all,  they were the most beautiful objects I’ve ever seen.

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