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    My name is Caitlyn Lyles, and I live in the town that invented cereal. Right in the middle of batshit nowhere. I'd relate to the edge of reason, but I try to avoid generic conversation. Pathfinding is possibly my greatest pleasure. Up there with concocting independent films to the tune of 65daysofstatic (the kind that never come into fruition). I'm having one of those disjointed moments, if you can't tell. And like you, I'm sure I don't know me very well.<br />
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    I write.<br />
    I breathe.<br />
    I'm relatively lifeless.<br />
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    Hate that I'm your stereotypical teenager, but forced to admit that it's all I amount to. Hopelessly single. Ex-go-getter. Had a case of the I-give-a-shit's in eighth grade. Pulled off a 4.0 GPA. Here I am, junior year, a whopping 2.4 and a reasonably bleak future under my belt. <br />
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    When I love someone, I make a pilgrimage.<br />
    It occasionally teaches me something.<br />
    Who I should walk for.<br />
    Who would walk for me.<br />
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    I'm into deep thinking. I'm into soul-raping reconnaissance and mind-sweeping, read-it-and-sleep idealism. I've transcendentally committed suicide no less than zero times. If you're walking down a populated street in Manhattan, you'll look up and see nothing. I'm almost firmly convinced that nothing exists outside of this.<br />
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    On a happy note, I'm not suicidal, and haven't yet been deemed schizophrenic. Applause? My next feat will be escaping community college. Followed by knocking down a publishing company. And maybe receiving some sort of authoral recognition by the time I've been dead for thirty years.<br />
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    This is the only kind of absolution I have.<br />
    I am the reaper of lexicon and pitfalls.<br />
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    Oh, and another thing.<br />
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    I'm really just like you.
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