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Typical Stereo Sound
Bright pink on my anklesA reminder of how much you meant to meThe words always thereBiting and stingingPulling me into a cloud that's not so welcomingErasing my memory and killing ...
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Oh, The Humanity.
I wantI giveI craveI tasteI bleedI healI dieI liveI doubtI knowI cryI singI needI helpI hateI loveFor I am only humanPerforming in this playShowing just emotionsActing, all the same.
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Delilah, As Told in Lavender ((VERY rough draft))
I met Marie Edwards on a bright Tuesday when I was eight years old.August twelfth, if you really want to know. She had moved into the neighborhood about a month ...
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Oh-So Stellar
Hey there Sunshine,Looks like its a pretty cloudy day.How's the rain been fallin'?Seems like quite a puddle has been made.Just open up those ultramarine eyes,Make the North Star jealous,When the ...
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Walchestor ((AHEM. wrote out of boredom. sucks majorly))
If you look over the balcony of the Walchestor Mall in this small town that no one has ever heard of, and look down at the far right corner in ...
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Make You Smile
Her soft, petite hand wraps it’s fragile fingers around mind, and for a few split seconds I simply could not breathe. Sparks like the lights in the trees surrounding clutter ...
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Lose Yourself
Turn up the music,Lose yourself in the sound.Taste the acoustic strings Vibrating through the air,Let your heartbeat fall into turn with the steady bass.Breathe in the rhythm guitar,Breathe out the ...
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Hear the Doldrums
Running pale little fingers throughflaming red hair, it made his dayknowing she was there.Clutching his shoulders,those cocoa eyes sigh.They’re posing for pictures, wasting perfect time.Hear doldrum
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Jessica and Mimi
Smokey Charcoal yarn snaked it’s way around and up china doll legs, and the deep, screaming fear was set frozen in the back of the young girl’s mind. However terrifying ...
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A Night of Stars
Garrett Rogers is probably the most amazing person I have ever met. Ever. I can’t remember a single time we were together that I wasn’t smiley or happy as can ...
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Your Most Faithful Friend
Wipe your eyes, rid the tears.Blow your nose, clutch me andthrow your sorrow into my hand.It's okay, go on just cry,It's what I do, it's who I am.You know I ...
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The Beginning of an End
It had been about twenty minutes, and their eyes had not yet parted. A group of the Smallers had gathered around the doorframe in curiosity, little murmurs and questions rippling ...
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My Intrest In Writing (needs help on conclusion!)
Even as a small child, I have had a passion for storytelling. From the orthodox array of fictitious companions that any only child creates for company, to pages upon pages ...