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Bury me alive.
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This
is a fictional story only because if you googled names and events you wouldn’t
get a newspaper article. The storyI'vecreated is my versio..
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I
twist my pen cap in my hands. The end is cutting into my palm the way I’m
holding onto it, but I know if I let go, my nails will be dug into..
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Growing
up in a small town is exactly how television makes it out to be: you spend your
whole life waiting to escape and then you end up working the..
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Build a skyscraper for me, kid.
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When other people cry at romantic Moments, they're thinking of someone. Even if they don't cry, they're still thinking of someone. I don't know who I'..
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Everything exists solely by comparison. Happiness cannot be felt without sadness and anger to compare it to. If the latter two did not exist, happines..
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It's that feeling when a fog rolls in, molasses sticky in the heat and a bone-deep ache in the cold.
Both the smothering and the harshness, togethe..
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2:30 PMI don't get how people can trail off in sentences when the realize they're wrong, or when they can't hide everything behind a smile. I don't un..
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"Park that car, drop that phone,
Sleep on the floor, dream about me"
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