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first chapter in SPRING section

I'm afraid that I'll become obsessed with jewels blinded by the light of flashing cars empty and shallow but full of money I know one da..

Pluck me away from this horrendous mess of men, if they are worthy of that title Bottom of the barrel, lowest of the low Take me away from this..

If you'd put down your drink Maybe you could think and get your hands up off of me If you'd pinch out your blunt stop acting like a c**t I can'..

Hands say so much more than a face ever could mine, rough and worn like a guitarist's should but calloused from determination and years gone by ..

My mind is a train but I don't know who the conductor is It is certainly not me were it me, I would know and be more sure My mind is a trai..

Who are you? Tell me who are you? I guess it's hard to do when you don't even know yourself Where are you? Tell me where are you? I guess it..

Told in vignettes, this perspective book based on the life of my friend, whose name has been changed to Cassie Blakely.

To me, sex is like a carnival, a playground, and Ashes, Ashes all bunched into one. Lemme explain. It's like a carnival because you escape. You e..

"I hate this," I said. My mom looked at me and sighed. She picked up a box and went in the house. "Mom, why can't we just--" "No," she said i..