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Rambling of a mad woman. These aren't really for story telling or anything of form, or meaning. These are just the only place I can get these thoughts..
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A young girl, age twelve, her eyes red and swollen, she sits cross legged on the edge of the field staring into the small creak before her. Twelve y..
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Sometimes our urges are stronger than our wills.
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There she laid,Her back pressed against the cold grass,Her eyes, glassy and focused on the sky."Why are you always like this?"Her answer soft and disc..
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The bruises on my wrist,The pain in my eye,The longing to die.When did this become love?Being guilted into sex,Feelings of never doing right.When did ..
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I sat there calm as the sky,My feet gently swinging off the edge.I watched as the water rushed below me,Only three things on my mind.Would I sink?Woul..
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I needed to remind myself.
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One of my best memories..
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We hide behind smiles and laughter.
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We no longer feared death.
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