Wonder
August 10th, 2006
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I often find myself wondering what makes me so special. How
come I'm not completely broken? Is there something in me that keeps me from
falling to pieces on a regular basis? Some part of me that holds everything
together?
When I was a little girl, I always wore my heart on my
sleeve. When there was something bothering me, you could tell by the look in my
eyes, the tone in my voice, the way I walked, the things I did. My dad always
told me it was bad to show emotion. That people shouldn't know what I was
feeling. And I took it to heart.