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I wrote this November 9, 2006. I wrote a lot of depressing things during that time.
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A poem I wrote when i was sixteen, I had an eating disorder at the time, but I'm happy to say I'm better now. I usually don't title my poetry, I migh..
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Something I've written for my son, when the time is right...
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How much can you handle? Violette has had enough in her seventeen years to last until her end of days. Her dad, the one person she always counted on..
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Meet Violette
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The stars always looked beautiful here. Everything did for that matter. The park was like my own personal paradise. My little pi..
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I stood there behind Trevor, waiting for him to unlock the door, wondering what in hell had ever possessed me to do this. I didn't..
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The sound of thunder woke me up. I didn't want to be awake. I wanted to bury myself deeper into my bed and stay there all day. It ..
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As soon as it looked like I was out of Lisa and Sharon's view (and Lisa's grilling questions), standing on my front porch as they dro..
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“I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he said.
I sat down on the front steps of my house, putting my chin in my han..
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