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The night that Irealized that I was going to die was like any other fall night. The cool night air brushed against me fevered brow, asI walked along a..
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As I lifted my shaking hands from the red head's lifeless body. She was dead, there was no pulse, no heartbeat. I tried not sob as I slowly walked aro..
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Leaving is hard...packing and deserting the place you call home
I feel like crying as I shove things into boxes that cannot possibly contain all the ..
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The Rain...falling onto my exposed skin
the heat has lifted...for now
I lay in the grass, feeling the water pool into secret hollows
Beside me he t..
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The heat caresses my skin, like invisible tentaticles
It beats at me as I lay in the grass watching the clouds roam across the sky
Every breath is a..
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The air slices across my skin like tiny razor blades
The stinging sensation leaves me strangely excited
The snow falls fast, but the cold is an old ..
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The night is warm and calm
I lay on my bed, waiting, feeling breathless anticiaption
I can hardly make my lungs work, as if I have run a marathon in..
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I am being pulled under
So far down I cannot see the sun
The waves wrap around my ankles like greedy fingers
And I can feel the life seeping from m..
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The moon's glow cools our skin
We continue to lay here,a drift in a fairy world
He kisses me, I feel the grass tickle my toes
I look at the stars a..
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Everyone is always saying we are the "products of ourraising"! What the hell does that mean? I am not a brightly packaged "product"..
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