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Maybe a game of poker,
A show or a dance.
She’s there every night
With eyes full of romance.
A dreamer, she stays there la..
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There was
a slam from behind, then blood coming from my back. The space between all
comprehensions blew my mind. I didn’t understand ..
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Work at the
Café was never too bad. I’d enjoyed the calm, corny music, the dim lighting,
and rich chocolate muffins. I learned..
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The walk back
to the apartment was rarely a fun one. Especially at night. I hated the way
people would linger on the edges of the sidewalk,..
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“Everything
all right?” Mex called from the kitchen. I could feel his eyes all over me. And
whenever I turned around, I could d..
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“Mom!” I gasped, my breath sputtering and unstable.
By the wrists I was being held by Mex. He watched me
cautiously, his fa..
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A young woman, just out of high school, adjusts to her new life as obstacles like that past come back to her.
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The painful end to anorexia. I truly...don't encourage it. I've known people that have eating problems...and it never, ever gets much easier after it ..
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At the edge of the cliff-The spot they claimed-They met at day breakWith hearts untamed.The wind was fierceBut their love so strong.Afterwards, hard t..
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An imposingly bitter profanity. Without a label, you lose reality. You lie in the cold to hide from the old,And you shift in your clothes when words ..
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