Darkangel7567

I know that I'm just a stupid little kid that writes too much about broken hearts and whatever. You don't have to tell me that. But, I've had a lot of bad shit happen in my life. You probably know that if you've even glanced at any of my poems or stories. Just about every one of them was taken from a real life experience that I had or is about someone I know. Writing is pretty much my therapy. Hey, it works and it's a lot cheaper than going to a shrink.

My Stories

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  • 1 / She was a sad looking girl, her hair always in her face and her eyes always looking down. She also had a funny way of never paying atte
    500 words, 2 comments, February 24, 2008
  • The next in the series after A Brisk Morning Walk.
    800 words, 2 comments, February 22, 2008
  • "It's midnights late reminder of the loss of her, the one I love."
    500 words, 3 comments, February 20, 2008. In
  • While I was blind and deaf, I let him lead me to the end of the world, and allowed him to push me over the edge. Free-falling through s
    400 words, 4 comments, February 7, 2008

My Poetry

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  • Back to the beginning,
    But nowhere near the end.
    <100 words, 2 comments, June 3
  • It's hard to talk to you, We always fight.
    <100 words, 2 comments, March 3, 2008
  • I don't know how to be grateful,
    So when you expect some kind of thanks,
    <100 words, 1 comment, February 25, 2008

My other items

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  • Rewind at allpoetry
    It's hard to talk to you, We always fight.
  • My Happiness at allpoetry
    I don't know how to be grateful, So when you expect some kind of thanks,
  • New Beginning at allpoetry
    It's hard to be happy, When all your friends are gone,

Guest Book

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  • SkullLover7 on February 15, 2008
    so you have stuff at allpoetry too.

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