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Not TodayA Poem by Michelle ChiafalaMaybe I will be okay, I think to myself. But not today. |
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Used and Abused pt 1A Chapter by Tony StarkA gay story I wrote in my blog. Gay contents! Don't like it, don't read it! |
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Used and Abused pt. 4A Chapter by Tony StarkPart 4! Because I'm feeling nice x3 |
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Work in ProgressA Poem by panheadpigmentsLast Sunday I found an old box of letters in my attic.When I opened it, dead butterflies and mothballs spilled out.There was a torn envelope at the bo.. |
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DrowningA Poem by Diana LynnMeeting your eyes From across the lake That is you Stepping in The shallow waters I come to you Getting closer You pull.. |
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But I Didn't Mean ToA Poem by Philosophical FootstepsI can’t walkI never thought this would happen to meIt all began in September.The school year had just begun.It was a Tuesday morning; only the s.. |
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ReleaseA Poem by Emma RoseI used the idea of a blade being like an angel for depression as it saves us from the demons within us. |
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Her Body Tells TalesA Poem by MakeshiftRoseHer eyes tell tales. Her arms tell tales. Her smile hides the pain. Her body is covered, From head to foot, In scars. Wounds. |
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Entry 1: 12/18/13 6:23 PMA Chapter by Little Miss ObviousHey,Thats how you're supposed to start off a journal right? Or should I be like every other girl and be likeDear Diary,Scratch that..I think I'll go w.. |
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ChangeA Poem by marty360For help please visit: http://twloha.com/find-help or; http://www.samaritans.org/how-we-can-help-you/contact-us |
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Beautiful ThingsA Book by Eleesha Sanchez WheelerThis book is about seven girls who when to therapy, and their lives lending up to going there. None of them feeling like they are good enough and they.. |
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The WarA Poem by Mother_YolkAn undead entity is destroying your city and only you have the willpower to stop him... But once you discover that YOU are the zombie, does that reall.. |
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The Color Of The OceanA Poem by AuthoressBefore you think to put the twisted twine to your neck And then to the rafters of the ceiling So you float among the dust, Wait a year. Wait.. |
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