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We ran low, as to not be seen by anything in the air. We ducked into an old gas station that had long been cleaned out by rouges. I stumbled into a s..
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Zander stared out his open bedroom window, letting the cold wind
bring goose bumps to his bare arms. She couldn’t be… It seemed like t..
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Dear dad,I don't know how to tell you this,So I wrote you this letter.We don't always get along,We don't always understand each other, Sometimes, we d..
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Late night thoughts
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"You can't run forever, you have to face your problems."I tell my best friend as she sobs into my pillow,the night she decided to run away. She doesn&..
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I feel like I’m slipping farther and farther and farther into oblivionLike an anchor as it slips farther and farther and farther into the darkne..
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As she falls asleep,with tears in her eyes,she thinks to herself;"Why does it have to be like this?"As she fall asleep,screaming into her pillow,she t..
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When I woke up this morningI didn't want to roll over and go back to sleepor lock myself awayor think about all the bad thingsor spend my day alone wi..
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Late night thoughts
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My chest is heavyI can't breatheThis is real, isn't it?I'm setting myself up to get hurtLike I have in the pastThis is real, isn't it?What makes you d..
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