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I made friends with the man in my walls.Shhh, don't tell mom.She wouldn't understand.He speaks to me sometimesand he always takes our food at night.Mo..
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Down the road I walk.Sunglasses on,headphones blaring,I walk to the beat.The beat of confidence.A smug smileformed with my lipsas if to silently say"I..
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They stare at me with judging eyes.I look back,mine ever so hollow.I couldn't care lessabout what people think of me.I had to stop when I learnedwhat ..
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At the start of the mazeyou know where to beginand you know where to finish,but everything in between is stressfulto say in the least.Make one wrong m..
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I wait and I waitfor the acceptance that I desire.All around me I watch,as people are praised.Hoping for one day,that will be me.As I wait,I grow empt..
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What is real life?Because what I am living must be a fairy tale.For things are so incomprehensible,that this could not possibly be reality.And when I ..
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I'm falling.Whether it's up or down, I do not know.For it is so dark,light cannot penetrate through.I hear screams.To whom do these screams belong to?..
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