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the one
the lights are dim with her tears and the music playing doesn't reach her ears so he wipes them away and grabs her hand and begins to sway her hair is the colour of the sun and he is smiling like she's the one. and she… -
i am a girl who fell in love
i want to be a cup of cold coffee. because once upon a time, i was warm, or hot maybe even, and when i was warm i was tasty. but i am still tasty, just a little tart maybe. and it depends on if you like your coffee black… -
never to be found
i feel like i'm walking, the walk of shame. and the girls, are judging me. but only a handful of them, have their eyes open. but all of them, are crying. except for one girl, who i sit next to. and she looks at me, wit… -
like a breeze
the sunset coaxes me into tomorrow, while yesterday screams memories at my door. the telephone is shrieking things i forgot, and the tv is murmuring who's died. time ticks by achingly slow, and the oven burns my food. i… -
a leer of contempt
i meet his gaze evenly, and try my best not to sway. the blood is starting to dissipate, and my anger is back. i think of all the times i've been taken advantage of, the times he's touched me in places i begged him not … -
out of all the girls
"c'est la vie.", is all she says to me. and even if it's true, i don't want it to be. she waves goodbye, and all i can do is continue to cry. i miss her already, and she isn't even gone yet. the plane starts to take fl… -
gone is everything i used to know
t o d a y ; i scream, and i scream. i scream like i've never screamed, but no one hears me, because my face is buried in my pillow. i wanted life to be ugly and beautiful, i wanted my life to be full. i didn't want thi… -
the truth
she ran through the crowd, never stopping to look back. they didn't notice her much, and she didn't really care. she was thinking how it's very lukewarm out, like the hot chocolate she left sitting in the basement, for … -
her tears hit the windshield
the sky is littered with seagulls, catcalling at her. the pavement looks scalding, and it seems that the cars are crawling. her head aches in rhythm with the beat, from the garage sale down the block; and the trees whis… -
broken conversations
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delete me now, please.
Chapter 1 Delete. Start over. Re-do. Whichever ...
