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posted by EmoKidSteven
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
brand spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget u even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
of even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real of not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get u out of my mind.
even if i die...
posted by hgfan5602
As I grow to think about it meer and more, and understand it meer and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems meer true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. u never know what might await u next, meer dangers, of even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, u cannot always be happy, of always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. u climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. u dump and break up, u win and make up. Things happen. u can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to u in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I stand here looking at your emotionless, cold face from across this empty field. Behind me stand my most beloved people of all the world besides u with me. I can hear them breathing nervously along with mines, as I take slow, steady steps towards you. Our breaths get meer nervous as I near you. However your piercing stare will not scare me, even if this act will be the last thing I do. With each step I try to remember through hazy memories what went wrong.

Only weeks geleden u were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing...
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posted by sweetpea92
CHAPTER TWO
    “Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I zei the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise of anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
    “Ok,” He said, “what gave u the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for...
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posted by blossomyumyum
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for u to walk out the door
But u didn’t need to give it away
I promise u I’ll give it a try

u don’t have to buy my love
u don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause u don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

u shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope u finally see
That wanting from u makes me feel
u shouldn’t buy my love
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posted by graystone
I don't remember how long I've been running on the open grounds. It does seem long enough. But I was determined,devoted. Up above me,I noticed the jet planes streaking through the blue-black sky. I did not care. I did,but I'm not going to pay any meer attention to it than the sinking feeling of hopelessness that wrapped my mind. The grounds were filled with rocks and sharp stones. Any other day,I would have bothered to watch my way trying not to fall onto the sharp stones which threatened to tear my skin,but not today. No,not today...
There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new home pagina she was ment to live in for the volgende four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie of a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. of even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores of houses of even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with...
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Max's POV
I ran into my room crying. My head and my hart-, hart ached. I thought it was clear I loved Fang, but I guess he didn't know. I saw him kissing a blonde haired tramp at school today. I fell on my bed and burried my face in a pillow. I cried.

10 minuten later

I heard my door open, but I didn't dare to look. I knew who it was and I didn't want to talk to him. Fang sat down volgende to me and stroked my back.
"Max what's wrong?" He said, worriedly. I just shook my head.
"What's wrong?" I took my head out from under the hoofdkussen, kussen and stared daggers at him. I didn't care my mascara was running of that...
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posted by dawnisbeauty
She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen jaar old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...
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posted by princess_mimi
hallo guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed


Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its zei that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make u happy and the others will make u sad of it will make you...
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posted by para-scence
"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.

"Would u please be meer careful? Do u know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I zei quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

***

After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park of something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell u a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at writing stories, singing like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I love to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer of a voice actress.
I am interested in ster Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favoriete pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank u for giving me your time to read this article! :D
posted by HarryPLover
 "Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
I was still in his tight embrace. I never noticed how warm he was. Well maybe because I have never really hugged him like this before. I was just happy to have him back.
"Mmmmm. I missed you." I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm...No I'm pretty sure I missed you." I manged to whisper back. It felt a little weird saying that too him. I didn't want to be all rude and not say it back, but I just.. I still haven't decided whether I actually wanna go through with this of not.
Granted, I did say that I do love him like love him, love him, but at the same time I love him as my best friend and right...
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posted by rAsberrStrarS
He took my face in his hands, so normally-as if it were a natural instinct to be doing something like this with me.
My breath caught in my throat,as we inclined our heads towards each other in perfect unison.
His lips were warm and soft and sweet,all at the same time,the sensation blinded me.That he was kissing me,not other better girls who'd had meer experience.My hart-, hart was beating like a birds wings fluttering together in my chest.
Taylor pressed his forehead against mine ans sighed,his breath warmed my face.
We pulled back form each other but still twined our fingers together like we were never...
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posted by 4evercherylcole
It was a cold, breezy Autumn evening while Anna Brown, a reasonably fair girl, was watching EastEnders. She loved this programme and never missed it.

Anna, like I said, was a reasonably fair girl. Her kindness and helpfulness would sometimes flatter people. When she was a little girl, people used to 'oooh' and 'aaah' at her cuteness.
    
Soon Anna's Mother put her to bed. Her Mother told her to go to bed early that night for her Mother had a surprise in-store for her the volgende morning. It was for Anna's 9th birthday and she was extremely excited.
    
During...
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posted by woowie
Isabella and I were driving through the darkness of Florida. We had gotten married a jaar earlier, and decided it was time we got a pet. Finally, we came to the adress we were looking for.

At the door, there was a woman, and volgende to her was a large, purple, alien. "I'm Charlotte, and this is Penelope, the proud mother." zei the woman. Penelope happily greeted us. "Where's the dad?" I asked.

"Oh, Zapnis? I honestly don't know where he ran off to this time. I suppose u want to see the babies?" she led us into a room. One ran forward, and crashed into my legs. She was light pink. "Boys are...
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posted by TDIlover226
Eddie just sat there in the plain dark room, looking at the many tubes coming from the floor to the ceiling. He wondered how far away he was from home, he wondered what his parents thought, and if they'd already called the police, trying to look got him. He estimated that it had been about 3 day's sence he'd been taken. Now he could tell that it was getting dark, he wasn't sure how though, the room was dark, had no windows and was cold and damp. He thought that he might starve down there, sence the mutants hadn't been down there for some time now. He really thought that they were just messing...
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