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Letters to DadA Book by Speak in SilenceThese are a couple of letter I wrote to my dad when I was younger. Most of the things I say are not even close to true anymore. |
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Drug AddictA Poem by MaggieElizabethPast, Present, Future |
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One, and two, and...A Poem by SomebrownnerdStaying up so late, I used to be fake. |
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Main Street BluesA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeyTo the City of Champions |
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The Heart of TobaccoA Poem by James William DyerThis compares the natural defenses of the tobacco plant to the psychological defense mechanisms a person might build over years of abuse, defense mech.. |
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TripA Book by AleyshaRosaWhen what is real, and what is not collide and become one |
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SwimA Chapter by AleyshaRosaA school of little green fish swarm my eyes, than swim away just as quickly. “Well hello there…” The room spins and the fish re.. |
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BlanketA Chapter by AleyshaRosaHe's here. I can feel him. I can smell his toxicity. His hands are so close to my skin"hovering moments above like the tingle of a flame before it.. |
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SnowA Chapter by AleyshaRosaWhite. Snow floats from the ceiling. I pray this high will end, please end... His eyes are in each one of the flakes; watching me from every .. |
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FlameA Chapter by AleyshaRosaWhen I wake, I scream. A fire flickers ahead, it's tendrils licking it's blackened front door: a fireplace. Although the bed beneath me is soft an.. |
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FightA Chapter by AleyshaRosaNot again. Please... Leave me alone... His fingers are pushing that pill down my throat. I gag and vomit drips from I lips. I bite down hard on .. |
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SplitA Book by Joel Blaze DavilaThis is the start of a book. A book that will tell my life story in such words that i cannot even put out for you to fathom. This is not a book that w.. |
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SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze DavilaThis is the start of a book. A book that will tell my life story in such words that i cannot even put out for you to fathom. This is not a book that w.. |
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SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze DavilaMy mom was 16 when she had me,Dad was about...28?I think.She called me her angel, ''My everything, ''My baby boy'', ''my little goth kid'', and my fav.. |
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WarriorA Chapter by AleyshaRosaLucky you, you get it 15 minutes early daybreak! |
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SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze DavilaMy dad on the other was sort of malicious,HappysadHappysadHappysad.He died when i was five years young.In front of me, he was stabbed.He never really .. |
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SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze DavilaSo.You know my parents.Being a parent is hard, my mom raised me by herself...at least...until i got to the 4th grade.My mom started using that f*****g.. |
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ReminisceA Chapter by AleyshaRosaReminisce strolls from somewhere deep within the dark, a silver box dragging behind her of its own will. Her eyes roll about the blackness; across .. |
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SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze DavilaEverything.Everyone, has a purpose.Drugs seem to violently revoke that purposeand crumple it up,Destroy it,Leave you there like you're nothing.Like i .. |
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FuchsiaA Chapter by AleyshaRosaThe box squeals and rumbles as if steel nails are being dragged along it's length. Eyeballs flood and peek from the top of the door like excited c.. |
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