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Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things, they burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back. They bruise and bake and come back to haunt you. I've made far too many wishes in my lifetime.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but don't all stories begin this way? The stranger who comes to town and wreaks havoc. The man who stumbles off a cliff on his wedding day. The woman who goes to look out the window when a bullet, or a piece of glass, or a blue-white icicle pierces her breast. I was the child who stomped her feet and made a single wish and in so doing ended the whole world — my world, at any rate. The only thing that mattered. Of course I was self-centered, but don't most eight year-old girls think they're the queen of the universe? Don't they command the stars and seas? Don't they control the weather? When I closed my eyes to sleep at night, I imagined the rest of the world stopped as well. What I wanted, I thought I should get. What I wished for, I deserved.
I knew what my role was in the world. I was the quiet girl at school, the best friend, the one who came in second place. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I didn't want to win anything. There were words I couldn't bring myself to say; words like ruin and love and lost made me sick to my stomach. In the end, I gave them up altogether. By the time I was in high school, I was everyone's confidante; I knew how to listen. I was there for my friends, a tower of strength, ever helpful, especially when it came to their boyfriends, several of whom slept with me in senior year, grateful for my advice with their love lives, happy to go to bed with a girl who asked for nothing in return.
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Ben era mite e buono. Cercava di sopravvivere come poteva a una vita grama e malvagia che approfittava di ogni occasione per prenderlo a pedate. Ben cercava di tirar dritto per la sua strada, senza dare fastidio a nessuno. Ben era disponibile con tutti, forse troppo disponibile e per questo erano in molti ad approfittare di lui. Ben, nel corso della sua vita, aveva spesso ricevuto delle cocenti delusioni da parte di chi era stato suo amico solo per convenienza: finché Ben era servito per qualcosa si erano dimostrati amici, ma quando non era più servito l’avevano buttato via come una scarpa vecchia. Ben voleva bene e quando veniva ferito attaccava per difendersi: quanto più aveva amato tanto più efferata era la sua difesa. Ben, in fondo, non amava le guerre e spesso faceva finta di non vedere o capire molte cose proprio per evitare problemi. Forse per questo erano in tanti a considerarlo uno stupido ed erano convinti di poterlo rigirare come un calzino. Ben li lasciava fare, non perché fosse davvero stupido ed incapace di capire la falsità. Ben si rendeva perfettamente conto che molti sorrisi erano falsi, che molti abbracci erano forzati, che tante menzogne venivano travestite da verità. Lasciava correre, si faceva prendere a calci e spesso perdonava, perché voleva vedere fin dove potesse spingersi il suo prossimo. Ben, però, era un elefante e non avrebbe mai potuto dimenticare tutto il male che aveva ricevuto! |
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WILL YOU EVER COME?
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea
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Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
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Take me somewhere new
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