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OK I went to high school one day and learned of the magical book series named Twilight. The girls all in awe explained how the book changed their lives. If anything was said in the room much less the school that relatively so
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So the Twilight rants inspired me to make my own literary complaint.1
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Our media controls us, tells us Nudity is bad Violence is good. Is this a good thing?
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Religion is for human beings ,human beings are not for religion.
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I hate Twilight. I can't STAND it. And I'm sick of the Cullenwhipped zombies. >_
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What is love? What is it? Maybe its a chemical imbalance in our brains, or maybe it's just an animalistic instinct that makes us attracted to one another by something so simplistic as appearence or sound. What makes us yearn
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Well, err...rant/thingy? And read this if you're HT or Miranda  Lol
by StarryDecemberDream
300 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 24 6:38 PM. In Dark, Depression, Other, Personal, Poem, Random, Rant, Sad, Song, Stalker, Weird
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I propose simply to annihilate every trace of fossil fuel in our world.
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Rant. Short and spasmadic.
Depression sucks.
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RANT IS UP!
Haha, more of a mock rant then an actual rant.
But i had fun writing it!
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Romance is important. Which sounds more romanctic to you, the lovers who are together because its ment to be, or the lovers who strive and claw and build and question and come to the realisation of that because of that strugg
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So this what it feels like. This piercing ache in my chest, that makes me want to rip out my heart. This pain that makes me wish I had never opened myself to love. It covinces me that I would have been much better off with ou
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For those who've posted about the guy giving his helmet to the girl.
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I get so sick and tired of people asking questions like "what are you going to do with your life?" or "You're 19 and STILL don't have your license?" or nag me constantly about money, saying things like "Oh is your mom paying
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Read it. Read it PLEASE and help yank me out of this proverbial hole I've tunneled myself into.
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Their mouths moved chaotically, babbling like crazed Vietnamese peasants fighting desperately with sticks to claim a care package.
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