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My favourite person in the world and also my guardian angel is:1
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She is Allison. He is Daniel. She's not quite sure she has a story for them anymore; truth is there was never much to tell to begin with. T
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After you lose a friend you shouldn't act stupid and back stab to win them back.
That's just slack.
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2nd chapter of 'Love Story'. Kurt and Emily find out that they will be split up.
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A poem I wrote in about five minutes. I don't know what it means. It's deep.
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Story based on real life experiences. Reality piece, though not exactly realistic.
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“Sounds like you’ve had a crazy day,” she replied as she poured herself a second glass of Merlot. She said it once again, but this time I can’t let it go. The word crazy chewed up and swallowed into an analytical portrait of
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Oh god i just wish for complete unblemished silence, unbroken absolutly quiet thought and reflextion and absorbtion. The rest of the world to pass into nonexistence once the door closes. No oxnoxious conversations squeezing t
by The-Exception
100 words, 1 comment,
on Apr 19 11:35 PM. In Crazy, Drama, Hermit, Insane, Life, Odd, Other, Reality, Sound, Weird
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She'd been stupid to believe that he would let go of her ever-so-quickly.
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I wrote this for my dad on my birthday. I'm Elizabeth, by the way!1
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Just a few lines that came to me while thinking of writing.
With my sleepy mind, looking outside at the dreary day from my window.
I do w
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Your relationship with your mother is absolutely Jerry Springer reality. lol funny times..1
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My older sister promised we would be at our new house in a couple of hours. With my heart thumping against my chest and the blood in my veins racing each other, I thought of all the creative things I could do with my new room
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We glared at the guys strutting their way away from us, laughing. I let go of James after he finally calmed down and he sighed, sitting on a gravestone. I patted his shoulder then smiled at him, he smiled back.1
by Rain4Life
400 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 22 9:19 PM 2008. In Death, Depression, Life, Murder, Pain, Reality, Sad, Teen, Tragedy
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"What's worthy dying for?" he asked.
"Everything," I said.
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The hands are free to move
A silent, but perpetual groove
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You see me every day on the Disney channel, censored and edited to be unbiased, inoffensive, and uninteresting. The gags go on and on. Each episode is chock full of predictable jokes and a laugh track to boot. I know my ow
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When all the sane answers don't make sense, sometimes you need to face reality, no matter how crazy the truth may seem.
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"_" my letter to my husband i am tired so i couldnt think well.. but i hope its some what good atleast..
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She woke up that summer day the same as always- eager to go on an adventure, get out and experience something new. Something new for sure,
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There are cracks through your wall / The jagged lines where reality seeps in / It pierces your fantasy / Attacks it with bloodied knives /
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He brought the knife up, its steel flashing in the dwindling candlelight. The audience, dressed in all black robes, save for an insignia, s
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In between Angles and Demons, / There are murderers, saints and heathens. /
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So what time was it? Late I suppose, but very warm. Must have been / quarter past one and the sun was down long ago. It was dark yet / t
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“I was banished from heaven,” I said, not able to look her in the eyes – I was ashamed.
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