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This is just so typical. Holt tells Mom he'll take care of dinner and here I am making it. And where's Holt? Oh, he's in the garag..
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She is so beautiful it hurts. Her legs are smooth and I want to touch them. She's sitting right next me; my leg is pressed against..
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I forget the book my father used to read to me every night. I forget the movies I had memorized by heart. I forget my grandfather who died wh..
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Today I heard a story about
a girl who had lost her twin sister.
It was an accident. A car accident
on a Saturday night. Maybe
she wasn’..
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mismatched parts-
not quite alive, not quite whole
wretched reflection in the
mirror’s prison
not beauty, but a
monster trapped there
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As day breaks, she desires only undisturbed rest,
A brief discharge for her burdened mind.
But as dusk falls, demons keep her dreams away.
Darkn..
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Set upon my own journey today,
but it’s not a new journey.
No, just following the footsteps
of others before me, from other
places, ..
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Bet
ten thousand
on a losing hand.
Leering, lying, learning to lose.
Cheating, misleading, neck in the noose.
The sun shone brighter,
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Six minutes since it
started. Six minutes
I lay here. Forever it
seems. I can’t stand
the chirping. Please
God, stop
with
the
c
h
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Cross My Heart,
Hope to Die
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