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ank you Sir" I responded to him, I could feel the night's breeze blowing up my ego and success, what can a man do when you successfully get everyth

ing me; the whole arena was set up for no one else but me, am I surprised? Maybe yeah, oh, but I'm tak

pain but success. I felt like they were too big, way too big to carry me, and if I wasn't c

ng you how lucky you must be feeling because of what you have achieved but what can I say, I don't believe in luck at all, it has its own people and lovers, some

grace not luck because, unlike luck, grace does have its own people and it's not a lover of anyone, Grace works in mysterious ways, luck can come

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PA, Josh Henderson, a wonderful young man who became my best friend just, I can't believe how much we never really liked each other in colle

d me the truth, sometimes it wasn't a bad truth, his words weren't twisted sometimes I began to wonder if he actually hated him the way he claimed

but I felt like crying out my eyes out, oh it's me, that Anna, who ever thought I could make it this far but it's all true, I closed my eyes and opened them but it wasn't an imagination, this one is real oh God it's so real the people are no longer in my thoughts, the deco

ilt in the rain or your crush not noticing you, those things can be forgotten in a day but some incidents can àleave you doubting yourself, over and over again and I can't begin to imagine just how much of a loser I called myself, and there's always that one question I asked, Why it just couldn't be me? You know, getting accepted, getting the best part of the meal or getting surprised in a wonderful way it's never me" I paused trying hard not to cry, I'm not just telling

? Her wild imagination by Anna Jenkins, I could remember