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twenty-one.
in passion.
university junior.
summer researcher.
aspiring activist.
lover of words.
believer in Christ.
magnet to mosquitos.
short in stature.
clumsy &confident.
hello, nice to meet you.
formspring me.


my poetry.
my prose.
my project. closed
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asestinaaday project. hiatus

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its those thoughts you think when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling like you forgot to breathe for an hour. you need the air but you wonder if its toxic. so many things seems to be toxic. you can’t use antiperspirant because the aluminum in it might give you breast cancer but if you use regular deodorant you’ll never find a husband for all the pit stains in your t-shirts. you’re not sure if they gently rinsed the lettuce in the cafeteria so you stare into the bowl like you can see pesticides, but you can’t. then your shoelaces untie themselves or you trip on your way up the stairs to your room and you begin to wonder if it’s everything, not just the air, but everything that’s out to get you. and if it’s out to get you where’s it trying to take you, but back into the earth so you can be eaten by the worms and turn to dirt they’ll fill with chemical fertilizers and bio-genetically-adjusted fruits and vegetables they’ll serve on your children’s dinner tables with which to slowly kill your grandchildren. and that’s when it hits rock bottom; you realize it’s not just everything but everyone, and they’re not just after you, but after everyone. it’s not the air that’s toxic but the people who breathe it. and by the time you realize it you’ve been so pumped with doubt and complacency you almost don’t even care, you just want to sleep— but you can’t, so you pop a few pills and trust you won’t wake up in the middle of the night any more.

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