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We’re driving along a narrow
stretch of road. Just me and my dad; he’s driving me home from play practice �"
something I..
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I watch from the windowas icy flakes fall from the sky,creating a blanket of white on the once green ground.I place my hand on the glassand feel a chi..
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No breakfast.
That's the rule.
At least - that's rule #1
Rule #2:
Crackers for lunch.
Something small.
Something to make my stomach believe
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These marks on my wrists
Are not my doing.
These feelings in my mind
Are out of my control.
I'm just a girl
A simple, simple girl
Who got mix..
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Every dayI come homeGet off the busGo up the front stairsAnd stop.I stare at the door,Contemplating what lies on the other side.Mom's at work, always ..
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You call me a b***h,
Say "get out out of my face",
And push me down.
You say you love me
But slap me around.
I say I'm sorry, it's not my fault..
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it's okay.It might not feel like it;in fact it may even feel likelike the end of the world.like there's a whole forming in your chest,or a black cloud..
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when i post my dreams don't expect them all to be sunshine and bunnies, cause i can truthfully tell you that i don't remember the last time i had a ha..
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I'mwalking through the school, looking for someone. i don't really know who it is im looking for until i find him; my little brother. But there's all ..
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Im in water, swimming with someone. no, not just one person but many. Classmates, friends, people i know. but one face is unfamiliar and that's who i'..
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