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Dear Old Friend, In fifty two days, I'll be turning seventeen years old, and in four-hundred-and-seventeen days, I'll turn eighteen years old, and ..
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They splatter across the sky winking and gazing at each
other like two sisters holding tight to a secret, rolling off their tongues only
to be halte..
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See, these days I wonder a lot about what my life will be someday.I crave so badly to be happy, and whole again; I need something to change, an ..
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They tell me to look to the past, but how far am I supposed to look? They tell me, "Maybe it's you. You ever think of that?'"Little do they know, that..
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She smiled to herself while the sun hit her skin, leaving evidence of the summer she's leaving behind;She went out every night, she partied all day, s..
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Tick tock, tick tock;
These depressing thoughts won't stop, they start coming when it gets dark.
Even though my heart is locked, I thought I closed ..
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Inner struggles of a 15 year old psycho.
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