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Only one dream will come true in the end...This is your only chance to get what u always wanted. The thing u wound die to get risk your life and the ones around u life's. Wound do anything for that shot to get the golden star...how it glimmers in the light it's saying come get me take me I'm your savor....Your hope. The thing that will save u from these dark days of murder and death. All u want is a chance. But only three get the chance to go in to the race. The race to find the golden star. But the thing is so people have tried to get the ster but none have. It's impossible they...

hallo u all know me as Malmcd but u don't know the real me...

Name- Mallory McDonald

Age- 13

Grade- 7th

Hair- red/brown/blonde/strawberry blonde/and orange

Eyes- Blue

Where I live- Maine in the U.S

Sports- I'm on a dance team

Things I like to do- Draw write and imagine

My dreams- My first dream is to let everyone know that they are beautiful know madder what u look like u beautiful to me. My seconde dream is also let people know that I will always be there for them.

Secrets-

I've never been loved truly and fully.

I've hurt before because I thought I couldn't go on.

I don't know where my dad is and...

I hope one dag u read this and realize how much u HURT me...
But door then I'll be gone and you'll want me.
But I won't want you.
Because you...
Hurt my heart.
Broken me.
Made me hurt myself.
Made me think I wasn't good enough.
And all I wanted was love.
But we can't get everything we want can we?
I forgiven u two many times.
I wanted you,
But u didn't even see me.
I was just there...
A ghost
A shadow
Air.
But not anymore.
I won't let u walk all over me.
But it still hurt's,
Seeing your face
and smile
and big brown eyes
That always seemed to make me smile.
It hurt's to know that You'll never remember the...

Harma's story: I Killed Them        

Each dag I'm face with killing myself of killing the people around me...I guess I made up my mind? I guess I chose to let myself lose control? And do what felt right...even though I new it wasn't. I new that it wound come back and haunt me one day. Well really it haunt's me every dag every minuut and every second. From when I'm sleeping from the moment I did that unthinkable thing I did. It will never leave because I know there watching...
    But no one wound believe that a little 13 jaar old would...

His Brown Eyes

His brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and joy
His hair was jet black and dashing, spiky and his eyes were dark chocolate brown
He was just a little boy before he started to play with toys
Before he met me, I guessed he was happy as can be
I could imagine him whispering to his friends
Fiddling with his pens and enjoy teasing the girls
Sometimes I can't read his expression, when he looks at me, I get uncertain
Just door being held door his gaze puts me in a lovey-dovey daze

Why do I feel hesitant?
Am I supposed to feel pleasant?
I feel happy when I'm with him though but I'm sad also
I have...