I keep it on the highest shelf,
in the very back,
where no one can see.
It's mostly just for special occasions--for liberating moments;
But I like to take it down and look through it from time to time.
I don't ever really remember a time without it.
It's something that I inherited along with my blue eyes and milky skin, though I'm not really sure from whom.
I try to fill it up--the goal is to complete it, to become truly awesome--but there always seems to be something missing.
Sometimes I get discouraged.
I worry I will never be as awesome as people like Christina and Peter.
People who's awesome runs deep.
People who don't even have to try.
Sometimes I get so discouraged that I want to get rid of the box, to give it to someone that is worthy; but some how I can never part with it.
I like to take it down and look through it from time to time.
It's one of the only things I possess that reminds me of the beauty the world has to offer outside of my four walls--this box of awesome in my closet.
It's something that I inherited along with my blue eyes and milky skin, though I'm not really sure from whom.
I try to fill it up--the goal is to complete it, to become truly awesome--but there always seems to be something missing.
Sometimes I get discouraged.
I worry I will never be as awesome as people like Christina and Peter.
People who's awesome runs deep.
People who don't even have to try.
Sometimes I get so discouraged that I want to get rid of the box, to give it to someone that is worthy; but some how I can never part with it.
I like to take it down and look through it from time to time.
It's one of the only things I possess that reminds me of the beauty the world has to offer outside of my four walls--this box of awesome in my closet.
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