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I can lick my elbow. It's scientifically proven no one can, but I'm a contradiction to this statement. Throughout my life there have been many times where I've been told I couldn't do something, that it was impossible, and I better give up trying before I even start. Every time I prove them wrong. I am sixteen and winning the Sierra Nevada Horse Show Association 3ft Medal Finals. My friends tell me I don't stand a chance against my competitors, but I win. The competition is stiff. Five riders leave me quivering in my riding boots. When it is my turn to enter the ring my heart beats so hard I can feel it pounding all the way down to my finger

Some say, "The only way to grow is to learn." Well, I've done a lot of growing so far. I'm 5'9", towering over most of peers, which means I've done my fair share of concept mastery. However, the sky stretches millions of miles above me and it's evident I have so much more to learn. I don't know how big the universe is, or when the world will end. I don't know what happens after we die, and I don't know if true love is real. I will probably never know the answer to these questions and dwelling on them only makes me shrink an inch for every minute I waste on them. Just like any child, I want to grow up big and strong so I drink my milk, eat my

I have never won a game of Solitaire. I have memories where I am no older than four as I sit on my dad's lap watching him click away cards until the flashing notification would appear on his screen, "You've won!" It would say, "Do you want to play again?" Needless to say, my favorite part was always watching the cards cascade down the screen to the fulfilling sound of fireworks. This is an unattainable goal I have, to conquer the game of Solitaire in order to wear the pride on my face as the cards tumble down and the fireworks begin sounding. Even though I can't win a game of Solitaire I've learned how to laugh at my mistakes, be optimistic,

It's a soft boiled egg, Or wings, Or a Pilate, But not to a plane crash, Or a shipwreck, or – First Corinthians says, "I'll wait For you." And Magdalene called Lena Speaks up "You peed on me, now leave." It's love Or friendship Or family Or protection Or weird Or maybe it's not at all. It's about finding yourself Or loosing yourself Or letting yourself go. It's about falling, About standing, And about learning how to Fly. There are flowers And earrings, Bags of bones And Maples. It's about Hagar, It's about Pilate, It's about Corinthians, Lena, Macon, Solomon, Milkman, Guitar, Them. Us. Our Songs.

Death. It's a weakness we all succumb to. Some of us stop fighting the inevitable sooner, and some of us go until we can't anymore. But it happens. I was once told to never make friends with someone you couldn't part with. Too bad that only seems to work in the beginning. When he left, the most breathtaking form on this earth, all of a sudden the air rushed back into our lungs. You can feel it in the heaviness of your heart, the heaving of your chest, and the perspiration in your eyes. When he left, the world fell silent save for the words, "I'm sorry," being spoken on deaf ears. Save for the word, "Why?" being uttered in repetition amongs

Love is... butterflies from simple words. It's curled toes and faster heart beats. It's hanging up the phone with you, rolling over and crying because i miss you already. It's when you drive away the urge to run after you just to be with you for five more minutes. It's sleeping with your pillow until your smell wears off and feeling like my bed is missing something crucial. (you.) Love is looking at you and letting you look back because i trust you won't judge me. It's sitting in the rain and crying and wanting you to be in the rain too, just somewhere in the rain so i won't feel as alone. Love is thinking about the next phone call a

I used to write myself these letters. Of things I hoped to be, wished to correct, and dared to think. I'd write these letters and seal them in fancy envelopes. Then I'd shred them. Or send them down the rivers outside my house. I rid myself of all of my dreams, fears, insecurities, wishes, and thoughts. And then I had nothing. It was like each morning I could wake up a new person. Each morning I could be whoever I wanted to be without the previous day's worries. I wish I could go back to that. I wish I could have a second chance at childhood. I wish I didn't have a childhood that I had To Erase Each Night Before I Went To