- Last seen on Feb 10 11:39 PM 2007. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 11 comments, 172 poems, 8 stories
My Stories
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I lean up against the doorway looking out at the city I live in, clad in my denim cutoffs and orange bra. My eyes red from crying, I reach up to wipe a tear from my cheek. A sh
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Dear Dairy,
Today I couldn’t believe it. I was stupid enough to call him. Why did I? I don’t know myself. Well he still seemed pretty mad about the whole me being pregnant.400 words, 1 comment, April 26, 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
My Poetry
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"cut myself to watch it bleed, wanting to know i'm still alive, but all the pain has died like my soul inside."
"would it matter if i live, i'm dead inside -
"tired of this life
thats slowly crumbling around me,
