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Listen
I'm trying to tell you something important; I'm trying to let you in. But no. You have more important things to do. Your life is more important than mine. You shout and walk out the door. I am left alone, with the statement of my hopes and my dreams still hanging in the air like a broken spider's web trailing in the breeze.
I tried, I really did. But you didn't listen. Can't you see how important this is to me? I've been working practically my whole life on this, but that's not enough is it? Because this is about me, and not about you. And I won’t say a thing, just like always.
Don't worry, you're not the first to turn me down. My smile always fades every time I tell someone. Because they give me this look that says, "I'm supposed to believe you did this? You, a fourteen year-old girl, wrote a book? You, a kid, are going to try and get published?" Every time, I tell myself it is making me stronger. I tell myself this will harden my resolve.
But what if my determination becomes so taught that the next time it's pushed against, it has nowhere to go, so it breaks. It breaks into a million pieces of shattered hopes and broken dreams and abandoned wants. What are you going to do then? Are you going to give me that look again? Are you going to shout? Are you going to walk out the door?
And I am left alone, my hopes and my dreams like a broken spider's web trailing in the breeze.
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