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walked into a convenience store to buy a carton of eggs. i didn't even check to see if any were broken. i wondered if he would ever check, would he even care? would he accept me as i am, broken in the midst of many?

would he care what i watch on tv, what movies i've seen? would anybody make a judgment on the fact that i want to be somebody else, that sometimes i try to be somebody else?

i still make tapes of my favorite songs, because my car only has a tape deck. i even named my car.

i say i hate lying, but i lie all the time. i try to stop. but one secret's grown so big i can do nothing but lie about it.

i long to meet someone else who doesn't pass judgment on me.

i think about those girls in india, and those children in africa and honduras, and i cry and wish i could do something about it, but i know i am too afraid and too sheltered to cross any borders.

would he even care.....

-d