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- Last seen on Oct 8 4:16 PM. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 18 year old girl from Illinois (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm probably still writing..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/shes_so_last_season









- I have 6 comments, 39 poems, 6 stories
Stories I'm focused on
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I should check to see is smoredom is actually a word, because if it isn't I am totally copywriting it. That way, I can bank more money tha500 words, 5 comments, November 29, 2007
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I cursed God for prematurely ending my shopping nirvana. I'm such a trainwreck.900 words, 1 comment, November 27, 2007
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So, in the game of hypotheticals, Doctor, if I wanted to end Ileana Blaine's life, I would put a bullet in her head.
2800 words, 3 comments, November 22, 2007 -
It's grammar school mathematics; two plus two is four. Four plus four makes eight and so on. I never had a mind for numbers and figures.5200 words, 2 comments, November 9, 2007
My Stories
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I breathe deeper, taking in as much as I can, more than necessary just to prolong the words that lay ahead of me.
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Suffocation. Limbs intertwining, covers mouths, collapse lungs, turns bones into frail sticks splitting places, keeping you standing.
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It was an epidemic. 1 / The myth of creatures crawling in the cinema -- never the person you'd give your life for scraping their viral fingertips against the paper-thin door you stand behind... w
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4000 words, 1 comment, July 9, 2008
My Poetry
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Shimmy, slink, baby you're shakin' all over
Edie, you're a superstar -- showered in<100 words, 2 comments, April 16 -
These words confirm your one belief that
you are the sun<100 words, 4 comments, April 14 -
I borrowed your smiles, held on til them til they flickered and faded
Until the smoke that remains fill the empty space<100 words, 1 comment, October 6, 2008
My other items
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- There's No Light Here at allpoetry
I borrowed your smiles, held on til them til they flickered and faded
Until the smoke that remains fill the empty space - Jump Ship at allpoetry
Everyone moves on in life
except the person left behind. - Dream Factory at allpoetry
Seeing black, seeing red,
seeing white. White is dead.
