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The voodoo doll sits, smiling its woollen smile.Staring at you with its button eyes. Stabbed too many times with the metal pin. The voodoo doll repres..
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“My name is Anita and um, I’m anorexic.” I said laying my eyes on the floor self-consciously. My group therapist looked at me and sa..
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This had to be about how science progressed the human race either negatively and possitivley and I chose to do both, postive and negative..
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He sat at his window sill, all alone, with no one to talk to. He sat at the window sill and drew all of the plants he could see out the window.
He..
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You expect me to act like an adult but treat me like a child.How am I supposed to know if I can survive when left to my own devices, how will I know i..
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This is kind of a Doctor Who fan fiction, to those you share my love for the wonderful BBC Series... It was a gift to my boyfriends mum, because I kne..
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This is one of my old english assignments from grade 11. Its about this girl, who is mentally, not ok... I had alot of fun writing this, and I hope yo..
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