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Memoir of a "sick" ChildA Story by MelpomereA few snap shots of what it's like to be a six year old in therapy |
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IA Poem by DarkPoemsA teen trying to discover her identity and reclaim the innocence she has lost. |
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Knowing Too MuchA Story by Katherine P. HaleyAmber is a teen girl who witnessed something she shouldn't have. Now, no one will believe what she saw but she has to prove it to someone. |
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The True Life of a Sad GirlA Story by scarlynnnot finished |
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7/6/15A Poem by carneThank you for the tragedyI've lost all meaning you ever had to meSorry.. This is just the person that I have to beNot an impulse but a formalityHow da.. |
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River's MindA Story by SavannahRiver is 19 living in a mental hospital. No therapists can seem to get through to him. His mind is a tunnel of wonders for those who he wants to let.. |
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Plasma Ovule: Chapter 5 The Tower of OrganizationA Story by CodyNadur, Depit and Rontak go to the "Tower of Organization" to put in line their obvious flaws and try to sort them out. |
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A Poem to Heal the SoulA Poem by Living Proof.I visited a beautiful place todaySuddenly I felt like an alienBecause of the repulsiveness I felt for myselfHow silly I was to compare myself to a pla.. |
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Synapse in AlgebraA Poem by scarlynnI mean,How can being alive ever not matterhow can it not matteryou're breathingand your breath isgrowing trees, growinghydrangeas -they're your favour.. |
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SnakeA Poem by scarlynnGrecian goddessunprepared photograph,she tilts her head to the leftand the sun shines the way we want it to.I was Effy Stonem first.I was born broken,.. |
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SocioA Poem by scarlynnSince inner beauty counts,I prefer outer beauty.Maybe he likes it that way too.I'm sure he does.He tells me to find the bottle openerand I crack it wi.. |
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Atmosphere LoungeA Poem by scarlynnLana Del Rey is the most important thing in my life tonight.We walk and I am floating,I'm drifting with you, serene.We are not Bonnie and Clyde.We are.. |
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TimA Poem by scarlynnWe don't need to talk,we sit and we holdhands and you look at mewith your sad, swollen eyes -you never got halfway through the pills.I know you love m.. |
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Carrion CarpetA Poem by scarlynnHomeless |
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