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This is so lame.
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Driving through the citySights and sounds of townEyes attentive, watchingLooking all aroundOne of us is less than dressedTwo of us are fineI myself am..
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A piece of my heart was missingAfter I left him go.And I didn’t realize what was wrongActually, I couldn’t see my weaknessPerhaps, I thoug..
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There she goes again
Free once more
From pain
She seeps out through her shell
Writhing and slithering
Away from her hell
Numb and dizzy, she ..
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School assignment.
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Little red riding hood gone horribly wrong.
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I started listening to Not One of Us from the Lion King 2, and felt that it applied to my current situation. And so, I wrote.
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Sometimes, I wish I had the guts to kill myself. Other times, I'm glad I don't.
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“How did we get here?”
I wonder.
As you kiss my flesh,
I ponder:
“How you could love me?
I falter!”
You hold me close.
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Rated M to protect the eyes of the childrens. Not really so descriptive, but this is indeed a sex scene. The story goes more through the mental stream..
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