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her eyes are watering,from the tears shes trying not to shedher mouth is full of bloodfrom the things she never said and all this hate,its slowly drowns awayall this understandingcomes into play id li...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:36:00 GMT

dad.

can you feel theses wounds?there what you left on mebut you can see anything your doing daddy why oh why?whats made you so crueltheres only one man i can depend on,and i thought he was youdaddy why oh...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:06:00 GMT

hmm.

you dont really know anything about me,its been lies ever since we begin to speakwhy everytime i turn aroundyou find another way to bring me down oh is this what you live for, does it make you happy t...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:02:00 GMT

mom,

You watch this little girl transform into a messbut that doesn't make you love her anyless?starts off, daddys little girlher familys her whole, her only worldgrades perfect A'syour everythingone year ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:57:00 GMT

bite your tongue?

Her eyes are watering from all the tears she tries not to shedher mouth is full of blood, from the words she never saysand all she wants is to know its okay?all she wants is to wake up on a new day st...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:52:00 GMT

porcelain?

porcelain, she shatters easily. shes oh so fragile; it doesn't take much to break her. one fall could kill her, it takes a while for her to get back up and put the pieces back together, although they ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:46:00 GMT

he passed,

my grandfathers death. a day of realization and what a huge slap in the face it was.   my grandfather lived his life, the way HE lived it. and no one else could stop him, we all have to face that...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:36:00 GMT

just some thoughs, and personal discoveries.

I'm not gonna sit here and tell you why, im the way i am. but i will tell you how i am as of this second. My philosiphies, and moods change within the hour. I'm always sick, wether it be mentally or m...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:25:00 GMT

insecure little girl;

insecure little girl,hiding from all the worldand everyone, that can fugure out who she is spinning around in this body of liesa pretty face with so much to hideon a rockyroadthats leading to nowhere ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:20:00 GMT

Civilwar. freshman short story project. haha

March 29th, 1861, they sit in a grassy field, she twirls a wishing flower in her hand as they lie next to each other exchanging words of a future life. "Jimmy I know you don't want this, Katherine sa...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:17:00 GMT