Esther Night
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Glass HeartA Poem by Esther NightI throw up during romantic comedies I scream at PDA I stabbed at pink heartsI’m anti-valentine They say I’m cold and hard Th.. |
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ChiselA Poem by Esther NightThey’re chiseling ChiselChiselChiseling at me He’s got a chisel She’s got a chisel Everybody got a chiselIt seem like everybody&rsqu.. |
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Chapter 1- This is my lifeA Chapter by Esther NightThis is set in the late 1980's and early 1990's in Brooklyn. |
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Chapter 2- My frist real crimeA Chapter by Esther NightIs it possible to have you'll heart beaten out of you?Is it possible to wish to be seen yet wish to blend in with wall?It's impossible to ignore.But m.. |
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Chapter 3- That's a kiss?A Chapter by Esther NightI got my first stand of facial hair, my dad was so proud.The two of us were standing at the bathroom minor gazing the small brown hair above my lips.".. |
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Chapter 4- Milk and CookiesA Chapter by Esther Night"So how your date with Alfreda?" I asked Matt as we walked to his house from school.I found out form a group of girls that Matt asked Alfreda out."It .. |
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Chapter 5- I'm not a f*gA Chapter by Esther NightWarning the word "f****t" is used in this chapter and in this story. It is used to show is hurtful and overused the word is. I hate being called that .. |
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Chapter 6- Covering up my imperfectionsA Chapter by Esther NightI hear the sounds of yelling.I feel broken glass.I taste blood.I sniff the smell of alcohol.I see the sight of burses.These are the five senses of my.. |
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Chapter 7- My own natureA Chapter by Esther NightI used to watch to soap operas with my mom. “Mom” I called her. She passed me the bag of dollar store donuts, “What babe?”.. |
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Chapter 8- May 12A Chapter by Esther NightMay 12 is the day I wish to forget, but always will remember.May 12 was the day my trust started to break.It started as a normal morning, well nor.. |
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