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Broken BookIn the corner of myselfSits a story on our shelfA story of our love and lustThe words of love, when we mustRhythms of kisses, touches, ..
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Touching MeI wake up screamingTears steam down my faceI've been dreamingOf a horrible placeMy skin burns at the chill of airGoosebumps freckle me, col..
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"How was school?" My mother asks, shoveling a fork full of spaghetti into her mouth. Classy. I stare down at my plate, twirling the slimy, sick noodle..
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You might be wondering why I'm so...well, you know.I mean, if I were you, a reader, and reading this, and hearing a girl talk about hearing voices in ..
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It turned out they were right. Henry did become my best friend. I guess being socially outcasted together can do that to people. Henry was the only on..
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I hate tests. I mean...I think it is pretty safe to say that almost ever American between the ages of 4 and 20 hate tests. But when I say I hate tests..
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"Sage this is the fifth time in two weeks you have missed a test. What's going on?" My mother asks, while placing a cool washcloth on my claimy forehe..
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I wasn't always an outcast. Before I was diagnosed with ADHD, I was actually one of the most popular girls in Mrs. Raywood's second grade class. Sure,..
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The day i was diagnosed with a mental disorder was just the beginning. Maybe their right. I'm crazy. I'm dumb. I'm nuts. So, this is what it's like. B..
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This is an idea I had for a new book I'm writing, called 'Being Stupid.'
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