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i don't know how2 describe this. it's kind of godfather. idk, u just have2 read it.

based on a true story. (not my own)

he pulls up to 118 harvest st., where he parks, and looks through the window. it's 6 in the morning, but they're all up- two children and a young..

she's not a diamond in the rut; she's a scratch on the diamond. she's that blemish that distracts from the stone's bright shining. true, she's ver..

mean what you say, and say what you mean. don't let them question the person they've seen. be who you truly are in society, each day. be aware o..

i lie in bed and i can't sleep, thinking of what you've done. i remember how i thought that i would be your only one. i can't even think straig..

You knocked me down to the ground and ripped me right apart, took out of your jeans a pocket knife and stabbed my beating heart. The worst part is..

lines of poetry, crumpled up, tossed aside. a beautiful rose withers outside. a old photograph is torn in two. a red ladybug, crushed under a s..

i wish i was pretty enough to make him miss me. i wish he'd feel lonely, so maybe he'd miss me. i wish he would reminisce and want to kiss me. i..

This just got "Superior with honors" at the Nation Fine Arst Festival! (of course i used proper grammar before i submitted it, unlike on her..