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Rainbows on her wrist, different little colours twisting over the grinding bone. She's an exo-skeleton of what she used to be and she doesn't care one little bit.  Because she's going onto bigger and better things and her dreams are tangling in her head and dying on her ribs but she'll never give up even if it kills her.  [she was just another nameless fan in a sea of thousands]  But look at that, the coffins going beneath the geranium's do you think it was worth it darling? Losing that kind of devotion from that pretty little miss who have the world in her bronchial tubes; you're one sick twisted girl.  You didn't g h o s t
Erin's storyErin grew up as an only child. As soon as his parents found out they were having a boy they decided that he was the only child they were going to have. Their main purpose of having children was to have someone who would eventually take over their company. A boy was all they needed(a cliché mother and father)   
As he grew, only the best taught him. His parents expected him to excel in everything.  
When he turned seven, he ventured outside on his own and came across a park full of children. The park was not near his home, he had somehow managed to walk a far distance from where he lived. Having never really played with kid Erin's story
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To Survive - Chapter 9
Outcast chapter one
listy do nikogoi mimowolnie wciąż modlę się, żebyś mógł zostać;  w świecie, w którym już nigdy się nie spotkamy.   
 
Cały czas czuję dziwny rodzaj smutku. Oplata mnie i omamia, ale nie przychodzi już falami, ostre ataki wewnętrznego bólu omijają wnętrze lekko i spokojnie. Staram się sobie wytłumaczyć, że w mojej głowie – a może w moim sercu? - nastała zima. Codziennie budzę się bardzo wcześnie rano, czując wszechogarniające uczucie chłodu i zobojętnienia. Staraj listy do nikogo
Tsukuru Ichigo Part 20Daijiro was slightly surprised when Tomah kissed him but responded by working his hands into his bright red hair and kissing him back. He felt his heart pounding in the constant fear but his mind was in total control. When Tomah pulled back Daijiro kept his eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the sensation he still wasn't used to. He then opened his eyes and smiled. He felt almost weightless staring up into his senior's emerald eyes.  "I guess we'll have to learn from each other, won't we?" he said.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------  "That would probably make life a lot easie Tsukuru Ichigo Part 20
Fight the Darkness 
I had to find out the hard way that the light can never keep the real monsters away. Not forever at least. Sooner or later all baddies rear their ugly heads and turn on you. It's in their nature, it's in their blood, heck, it's even bread into them. I live in fear of the darkness. I fear all the good things yet swoon to them in hope that the good will override the bad. I approach with caution, trust way too easily and believe that I can rely on all things good and pure because the façade they wear, their masqueraded masks that tell me to believe them. The nature of all good things forces me to believe that good is unable of hurtin Fight the Darkness
Strawberry MilkThere's a fiver tucked under the strap of my watch. I run, my feet clattering on the pavement. A young couple are embracing, the boy looks up, his girlfriend turns around, and suddenly all eyes are on me as I skitter down the street towards the shop.   
I push open the door. It swings open easily and I step through. No bell rings to announce my arrival, there's no chorus of trumpets, nothing to let anyone know I'm there. The man and woman behind the desk don't notice me.   
I go up to the bakery at the back. There's a pie there. I like pies. I press my face against the glass, wishing that the pie was mine and not just anot Strawberry Milk
The fightShe is shouting at him. He is shouting at her.   
They halt on your arrival, and stare - they did not see you approach. It seems that it is true: you cannot observe the action without affecting it. I forget whether it is Heisenberg or Schrödinger I should thank for this trick.   
Never mind; as the author, I can lead you behind a veil and allow the couple to continue. They will forget we were here.   
"You always tell me what to do!" she says, irritation showing in her voice. Her shoulders tensed, face obscured by her hair, looking at the ground. "And whenever I do things my way, you act like I'm a huge disa The fight
story of my life
How Did I Get to Here?How did I get to here? All alone, struggling to make ends meet. You walked into my life and made it the best it has ever been, then threw it away. You never listened from that day, that I was the best you would ever have. Yet you still chose to treat me like everyother girl, and exactly the way i had been treated before.  Maybe I really don't know what love is exactly, maybe I feel like I'm trying but I'm not. But, how did I really get to here? I really don't know myself. I swear I'm trying, I'm not being demanding. Still, when you talk to me it feels like I'm out of place and touch.  
I'm not the prettiest girl, the sexiest, the sm How Did I Get to Here?
Drugs N HeartacheSo I went to Starbucks yesterday and surprisingly bumped into an old friend I hadn't seen since High School, last I heard she had been going to school out of state. So there we are hugging and talking about how a lot of stuff changed since we last seen each other; you know the usual chit chat when you run up to someone you haven't seen in a minute. Anyway, she invites me to a kickback she was having at her sister's pad and I agreed to go with a friend hopefully to catch up on old times.   
So I called the big homie up and planned to roll to homegirl's sister's around 9. I was kind of hoping to you know, maybe knock boots or at least Drugs N Heartache
There was a time          This is the time your parents finally got up the nerve to give you 'the talk' about sex and all that business, knocked on your door and walked in on you masturbating.  Your mother's face went from apprehension to shock to embarrassment to anger in about the same amount of time it took your father to pick himself up off the floor, wipe the tears out of his eyes and do his best to stop laughing.  All this while you cowered covering yourself with a blanket, face the color of baking bricks and about the same temperature.  Then they turned around, walked away There was a time
Dolphin Safe TunaI want to hate you, at least half as much as I hate myself,  but I can't seem to bring myself to.   
I want to hate myself, at least half as much as I hate how you make me feel,  but I can't seem to bring myself to.   
I want to be able to give up on everything and run away from all this shit and people lecturing me on how much worse my life could be, when I don't care-  
But I DO care. I don't want to give up. I want to face things and I want to lecture back.  But I can't seem to bring myself to.   
Is this depression?  
Feeling that I care about all of these things,  
but just can' Dolphin Safe Tuna
InteressesEra ele um escritor. Era ela uma garota das artes. Eram eles o contra-baixo e o II violino. Os dois estavam sentados ao pé da escada. Ele, com um caderno no colo e lápis na mão. Ela, com a expectativa dos dois personagens do conto revelarem seus segredos.  
-Acho que ela devia começara rir da cara dele! Tipo, ele pensa que ela ta a fim dele, mas ela só quer ajuda pra passar de ano!  - Vou deixar isso implícito... É muita humilhação.  Ela lia o que ele escrevia como se fosse uma televisão. Ele fazia suspense.  Ele pensava em tudo, menos na história. Nem sabia o final, c Interesses
Really the End? Part 3I think Ivan is in a worse situation than I am. His mother had him when she was only 16. He doesn't even know his dad. He has 8 other siblings, which would be a nightmare for me. I also found out that his mother teaches at my school, and ironically she's my favorite teacher. No wonder she never says anything about her personal life. I told him about my family, too. He says he would want to meet Jed. I then realized it was 11:00PM. I told him I had to go, and we parted ways once more.   I woke up bright and early for school the next day. I was a bit happier than I've been, but the whole house just has a generally depressed feeling. M Really the End? Part 3
My last questionIn my lifetime I have asked so many questions, and while most of them seemed important at the time, this one seems to be the one I'll always remember. Asking questions is something I have trouble with, but telling people things is just that much harder, so I frame the thing I want to say in questions, and strangely my family hasn't figured it out yet.  
 
She paused, her fingers tapping across the keys impatiently without pressing hard enough to type, trying to think of what to say,  
 
The question I asked that day caused me the most pain I've endured in a long while, and...it'll probably haunt me forever. I asked my dad My last question
Jump, boy, jump            I stood on the edge of the pool, my toes curled above the water's surface. 'How did I get myself into this mess?' I think to myself faint-heartedly. It all started in my early childhood. I had grown up in the frigid lands of Alaska and my parents and I had lived in the middle of nowhere where it snowed at least once a week.  I had never even been IN a pool; it's just that it had never seemed that I would need to learn how to swim. I thought I'd be living in Alaska until I grew up and even then I wouldn't have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever leave Jump, boy, jump
A Day's WorkThere are few things to be faced with at 7.30am worse than the clinical waste bags over-filled (despite the politely worded requests on the bin lids) with tubing, incontinence mats from chairs and beds, and adult nappies.   
Yet, here I am, this is my job. I like to think I'm becoming a pro at holding my breath for as long as it takes to remove, twist, swan-neck and tag the bags.   
Finished with the bags and having thrown them into the skip "conveniently" located as far away from where I'm working as possible so that taking the bags there actually eats into my precious time-scale in which I'm actually supposed to perform A Day's Work
bonesI bite my lips until I feel pain.I'm thinking now,I feel how all my neurons collide the tight walls of my skull. Void ,this is what I sense , an immense hollow which has its origin in my gloomy heart. It broadens and embraces my whole body like an incurable disease.An imaginary pain hurtles my abdomen and makes me think of one abominable deed:if my heart would stop,only for a few seconds that disease would stagnate.I don't know how to explain,a sort of degradation that exceeds any boundary,like thousands moths consumed your genetic material and reduced you to the instance of a particle that can only grieve its disintegration.   I in bones
The woman came to the city.The woman came to the city. It was like that scene in The Royal Tenenbaums when Margot gets off the bus, only different because the woman was with a teenage girl. They had purses of little things they would need and the clothing on their backs.   
He swallowed his shock and took them to the top of the Rockefeller which delighted them.  He showed them all around the city and didn't take time to think about this peculiar twist of fate in the form of a film noir, vintage dress, black coffee and angel food cake-loving girl.   
Her mother let her smoke and they each had an expert way of blowing wafting white tendrils into The woman came to the city.
I'm Sorry...
A Bargain  It was a cold bitter evening, and two people were watching over a young woman. The sleeping form was a girl who was at least twenty five, she had medium length hair that was a chestnut brown. The two people weren't people so much as they were spirits. One was a young woman with long blonde hair that flowed like a golden river.  
 
 The other beside her was a man five years her senior. He wore a jet black robe with  hood that covered most of his face.The only thing you could see was his small delicate mouth. Both had fangs. The man was death and the girl was his sister.  
 
" Look at how peacefull A Bargain

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