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Well, it's getting to be that time again. Getting packed to go back to school. But there is a slight downside to it. My mom is having surgery next Monday, the same day I go back up to college for my marching band practice. 1
by Leslie Jo
200 words, 2 comments,
on Aug 13 10:30 PM
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Who the fuck are you to keep messing with my head? Why the hell can't you just leave well enough alone? I am not a fucking TOY! I'm human; I can feel, I can hurt. Are you so fucking insecure that you have to make me feel like
by Leslie Jo
100 words, 4 comments,
on Dec 1 1:06 AM 2008
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You saw me as I once was Beautiful in light and dark
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Where are you, love? Are you here?
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Were we once one Together forever
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The Keeper of broken hearts Sits on his plinth
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We are youth We are strong1
by Leslie Jo
100 words, 1 comment,
on Sep 18 12:04 AM 2008. In Poem
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How can inclusion be a treatment too? You would be surprised. Inclusion can help with concentration and setting up social ties. The constan
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I just want to drown my sorrows1 / In sex and sleep2 / Living alone with my grief3 / Sleeping in darkness, crying at night
by Leslie Jo
100 words, 6 comments,
on Feb 28 9:40 AM 2008. In
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PAIN! HORRIBLE PAIN! 1 / Needles pricking, sticking2 / Flesh tearing, wearing3 / Floating in green liquid4 /
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Jeremy stood looking down at the mangled and bloodied bodies scattered down the mountain side. His steel gray eyes held no emotion; only a
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“Sometimes I hate being me,” Rae Hart growled as she walked across the vast grounds of the Xavier mansion. She had arrived in New York a da
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Nashville, Tennessee, The National Sword Fight Exhibition1 / “I’m nervous, Tyler,” 18-year-old Rae Hart said to her fighting partner, “What
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I'm in love with you / But now I'm confused / Coming from you / My heart feels it could break / First time I've felt / So completely alone
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Running in circles / Falling behind / Contain the insanity / Threatening to bind / Fighting the urge / Swallowing the bile / That threatens
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‘she scratches a letter / into a wall made of stone / maybe someday / another child / won’t feel as alone as she does’ / Locked in a room o
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He just stands there, watching. He’s waiting for something, something important. He shifts, restlessly checking to make sure all is ready
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He left off stroking her hair, thinking. He reached behind her head and untied the blindfold of black cloth. Aeryn blinked, her violet eyes
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Dean and Sam were both out cold, sleeping soundly for the first night since their last hunt. Jordyn sits curled up in a chair at the small
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(Sam, Gavin and Kat) / / Sam: Ok, I guess we’re trapped. (Cell rings) Dean... / / Dean (phone): Sam, go to the basement. I’ve found somet
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(Dean and Kat) / / Kat: This is like a bad horror movie. It’s so creepy in here. / / Dean: Yeah...that ain’t the half of it. / / (In ano
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“My arms hurt,” I say, rubbing my hands up and down my arms. / / “Hurt how?” Chris ask
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by Leslie Jo
900 words, 9 comments,
on Mar 17 9:45 PM 2007
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His face was gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes. His hair was a mess of tangled black curls. He traces his jaw line with a finger,
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My breath comes in short gasps as I warily circle Kran. He is a powerfully built Tykal; nearly six foot tall with broad shoulders and arms
by Leslie Jo
1000 words, 4 comments,
on Mar 5 9:11 PM 2007
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The soft, gentle curves of bosom and hip; the sleek lines of jaw and neck...He licks his lips, becoming
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