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The house is silent when I leave for school, dad's gone off to work and mom's in bed fighting a hangover from drinking all night. Thank god I had the..
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A flash of white, of black, of blue, of ink. Something more than gray. "I like your hair style, it shows off your eyes," A boy says this, his tan fad..
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Blue and gray. Blue and gray. Blue and gray. Blue and gray. A two toned world. Behind the school, beneaththe shade of foliage, I stare wondrouslyat t..
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"Ember," Voices call out, "Get your a*s over here!" They sound close, I can hear my father and siblings voices in the mix, as well as my many handler..
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Her words haunt me, I am victim to my mind, retelling her questions; hers raise my own about Syndicate Three. Why couldn't she leave her room? She wa..
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misanthropy
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......more saddness
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The title is as descriptive as it gets.
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sappy lyrics make me cryterrible things make me laughwhat whats thiswhere does this pain come fromtell me make it stopwhen will this storm endswirling..
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You are always on the other side of the glass, watching me, watching us. I used to dream that you, the only other person I'd ever seen, would 'save' ..
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