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I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe there is a reason for everything, but I do believe that there are wrong turns, stronger forces which draw you in, no, suck you in. perhaps I’m too cynical. My wife said I was but her s
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I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe there is a reason for everything, but I do believe that there are wrong turns, stronger forces which draw you in, no, suck you in. perhaps I’m too cynical. My wife said I was but her s
by bibi0025
700 words,
on Apr 29 4:50 AM 2008. In Death, Fiction, Homeless, Man, Morbid, Murder, Poison, Short, Story, Suicide
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A poem on the life of poor sweet little Jane.
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Standing atop a twenty story building, my hands supporting my weight as I lean over the waist high cement ledge emcompassing the rooftop. I
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Famous Actress is thinking of commiting suicide , When she was a young she had a dream , She dreams about being an actress having,lots of m
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come and read to find out.
by Ignis Corpus
600 words, 2 comments,
on Apr 13 11:10 AM 2008. In Dark, Death, Humor, Life, Pain, Sad, Short story, Suicide, Teen, Trag
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Loneliness / Inescapable / Depression / Consuming / Hope / Vanished / Emotions / Untamable / Decision / Made / Door / Locked / Lights / Dimmed / Tap / Running / Water / Rising / Body / Un
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Erin sat in frount of the grave of her best friend and twin sister Alexandria. It had only been yesterday that they had buried her. Erin st
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The sun was starting to set, vibrant streaks of pink and purple paved the sky. Two children stood there, under a beginning to light street
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This gun will send me1 / over the stars.2 / I've given in3 / to the mumuring in my head4 / to the voices
by QuestionSleep
200 words, 3 comments,
on Mar 4 7:56 PM 2008. In , Death, Depression, Hope, Jthm, Nny, Pain, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Stars, Suicide
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On the quiet part of town. 11:45 pm. 1 / The snow falls in thick flakes slowly to the ground. Even though it's much too cold for people to
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without my love I'm in the dirt1 / No strength to say it fucking hurts2 / you pull out your knife and I smile with glee3 / Damn this kn
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Uhm this is a poem i wrote when thinking about sexual abuse from dads. And mothers who doesnt care.
I have not been sexually abused by my
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Love me / Love me why don’t you love me Love me why don’t you love me / Love it’s just an emotion Love me please why can’t someone just l L
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Why would i say that?
by Peppermint star xxx
800 words, 7 comments,
on Mar 21 8:57 PM 2008. In Cutter, Dark, Depressing, Love, Romance, Sad, Self-harm, Suicide, Teen, True
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She places four pounds on the five pound trigger 1 / Of the gun held to her head2 / She’s ready to join her dreams3 / Already long sinc
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Not many people think that death is a cause for celebration. In this case it you’ll soon change your mind.1 / I guess I should introduce myself; it would be rude not too. 2
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without my love I'm in the dirt1 / no strength to say it fucking hurts2 / you pull out your knife and I smile with glee3 / damn this kn
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The pain he caused her finally became to much to handle...
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And, as if in a dream, the bright lake swallowed my sister's dark life. Oh the irony.
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My screams swallow me whole, 1 / grasp my wounds and cry to the lord,2 / why wont you just bring peace to my soul?3 / Playground school
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