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The constant and violent whooshing of the wind, and the sound it makes when it crashes against the side of the house matches the feeling in my heart t..
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She is going to kill me someday.
She knows the truth,
So why does she keep doing this?
She begged me to tell.
I fought with her over and over ag..
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Out of breath, hurt, and tear filled, I watch him walk away. I love him, but sometimes I hate him so much. I can't stay here, I need to get away, to g..
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The colors of the letters flow past my field of vision.
I don't even have to think about it, they just come to me.
When I close my eyes, I pictu..
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I look back.
I look ahead.
I try to think of something else.
I miss the place, I love the most.
I know you will never understand.
I predict th..
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I turn back to look behind me, and immediately I wish that I didn't. I wish I had stayed back, because now he was walking with her. It drives me crazy..
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I take in a deep breath, and hold it in for a while. I close me eyes and try not to dwell on the negative. Considering the positives would be my best ..
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I like to think of the world as a place its not. I like to hear the sounds of the crickets chirping on Cape Cod in late August.I don't like to hear th..
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