Beautiful Shattered Things

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A case for Ross

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It’s one thing to feel the heartache of death, but it is another to witness it. The feeling at that exact moment, it’s like that second before you fall, hoping someone will catch you. You take a breath that to you seems like an eternity, but to the rest of the world, it only lasts a split second. How do I know what this feels like you may ask. Well isn't it obvious, I died. Now hold on don’t get me wrong I did die, well not really, but it’s not like I’m a ghost or anything. No, I’m definitely no ghost. I’m just not afraid of death. I’m like a living ghost in that aspect. I can see you're not following, so let me start at the beginning, or well is it the end?

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What's so wrong with being smart? Why do us smart people get the boot while the athletic people get praise? Is it so wrong to love your education?

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When I was in track I was the most nervous person on the team. I would constantly worry that I'd miss a race altogether. One of my problems was that I never did good enough for myself. If I got second place I wanted first. If I got third I wanted second place. When we got our ribbons I was never happy with my work.

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