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This is going to be a story about food. About how it's all that I think about, and about how it's always been that way.About how I shoved sticks of st..
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My whole life, I'd been... sort of, an "emotional virgin." I'd never had to deal with these sorts of tragedies that other people had, never really had..
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I am doing well,and it feels wrong.I opened my curtainsthis morning,and my room saw natural lightfor the first time in months.I want to knowwhy feelin..
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My skin is leather,I can't remember the last time I criedI used to whine,over the smallest of thingsBut I do not miss,my childhood dog anymoreI do not..
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I may not havethat high self confidencethat my sarcasm imitatesBut I do havea strong sense of prideI do not beg,I never say sorry,I am never wrongBut ..
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You died,and for the very first timein my entire crumby life,Death was nose to nose with me,and I could smell his breathlike soiled bedpans and cleani..
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How many virgin cornersare sprinkledall over the world?Never been touched,never been tread on,never felt the warmglaring beamof a glossy flashlightBef..
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Today,I screwed a bulletin boardinto my wallwith my dad's hand drill.I dread the daythat we move out of this house,because that boardwill have to come..
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It is unimaginable to cryover meager things,once someone stops livingEvery small little thingthat you teared up overbefore someone's passingbecomes en..
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Awhile ago,I didn't have a reason to be sadI always saidthat I was born sad,and that there wasn't a medicineon the entire planetthat could reverse som..
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