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The door was flung open not by my mother, but by Raven. The diseased goddess. She still looked exactly the same to me. Flawless hair, makeup, skin..

Take all your problems, And rip 'em apart. Carry them off, In a shopping cart. And another thing, You should've known from the start, The pro..

Jay and I talked for hours about my sister and her decision not to go through chemo. He sided with her, saying that it was one-hundred percent h..

I jumped back at the scene before me. How could my dream be so spot-on? Was I some type of fucked up psychic? There was no way... "Trent?" ..

So make your siren's call, And sing all you want, I will not hear what you have to say. Cause I need freedom now, And I need to know how, To..

I laid there on the wood chips in the park for nearly an hour, just tracing my fingers up and down Trent's arm, until a giant beam of light shone ..

All around me are familiar faces, Worn out places, worn out faces, Bright and early for the daily races, Going nowhere, going nowhere.- Gary Jule..

At Trent's front door, I froze in my footsteps. Matt was smoking a cigarette outside. The last thing that I needed was a second spin around the bl..

I slipped my hand under her skirt, I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt. Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt, That's why you sleep wit..

A fictional teen drama loosely based on a true story. Names, Places, and Situations have been changed to protect the guilty. All lyrics belong t..