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Coming from a broken homeWatching her life fall apartShe was always so aloneA constant pain in her heartShe wondered the streetsNever looking for trou..
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When you miss someone it's like being stabbed, then twisting the knife each time you think of them.
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It’s been too many weeks
Each hour feels like a year
But I won’t speak
No, I won’t shed a tear
Last night you rang my be..
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Short story about the scary future of global warming.
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The Girl in
the Mirror
I see her
every day
I see her
fake smile, laughing like she really means it
I see how
pretty she is, but she won&r..
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A crisp breeze
shuffled burnt orange leaves past my feet. I managed to crush several as we
walked home. The sun peered at us from behind a pair of O..
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“Honor thy father, obey your father
child!” he would scream, as he burned another cross into my back.
“Honor me! Honor me!&rdqu..
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When we are first born, it’s with one feeling; terror. We
are scared, yes. However, being scared opens the doors for something wonderful
to ha..
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“You
therefore, must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” Matthew 5:48
After years
of practice, years of waiting, a..
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This
must be what Hell feels like, that is, if I believed in Hell. I could hear Jess’s screams, they were
piercing and seemingly internal..
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