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Literaturecruciblepeople do not change, this is fact. Close your eyes love, just close your eyes; think back to a time when you were right. You fed forgiveness but they threw it back to you, fucked you over the last time. At least that’s what you’d say, it was the last time. Now look to your side and see them, standing there entangled in that shard of you so cracked and bruised. You put your hands up to your eyes wipe the tears. You were wrong like every time they will not change and you will not fight. You finally decide, tonight this is it and you’re gone. Just like that it’s goodbye. There’s only so much of yourself you can thAll

Literaturecruciblepeople do not change, this is fact. Close your eyes love, just close your eyes; think back to a time when you were right. You fed forgiveness but they threw it back to you, fucked you over the last time. At least that’s what you’d say, it was the last time. Now look to your side and see them, standing there entangled in that shard of you so cracked and bruised. You put your hands up to your eyes wipe the tears. You were wrong like every time they will not change and you will not fight. You finally decide, tonight this is it and you’re gone. Just like that it’s goodbye. There’s only so much of yourself you can thFeatured

Literaturei am nothingyou knew when you met me that eventually i was going to have to leave you, but even with 900 miles threatening us we kept our dreams of intimacy in the ocean, things have never been easy. i was not the beautiful girl you always pictured yourself with, i was as good as gone so i took my cloves and scars and all the memories and packed up. i left.Writting

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Literature0 1 I N T R O D U C T I O NWelcome, the show's beginning soon. A list to be completed, a great task at hand indeed. Will you follow the story? Or just grow weary as we make our way through the numbers? Don’t look to the stars for guidance its all in my hands now, so sit back, Relax, and enjoy.100 Theme Challenge

We Went Down Down DownAmanda

LiteratureDear ChildhoodDear Childhood, I’m sorry you were cut short, and a tragedy. I wish we could’ve spent more time together but unfortunately life wasn’t in our favor. We lost people along the way, and gained disease back. People weren’t the only things lost, my innocence abandoned and in its place I gained maturity. I left you in the dust for a new beginning, and I can never go back. Love The-wannabe-child-at-heart, P.s. I’m sorry I grew up so fast.Truths Series

LiteratureDear Diary 1Dear Diary, Today I created an alter ego, her name is Mary and I think I'm in love with her.Dear Diary - Mary

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LiteratureDear Diary_Emily 1Dear Diary, I think it was May when we first met. She had six freckles and lips that never smiled. She could've been anything, but she chose to a bar tender at age twenty-three.Dear Diary - Emily

LiteratureDear Diary-Her 1Dear Diary, She watched with sparkling ocean eyes as the dance floor throbbed and lights strobe. A hand squeezed hers as another traced the thin collar adorning her throat. He was her perfect match, her partner, her dominate. They were everything to each other.Dear Diary - Her

LiteratureDear Diary - Morgan 1dear diary, I don't think she'll ever be real, but if she was her name would be MorganDear Diary - Morgan

LiteratureDear Diary - This Girl 1dear diary, did you know this girl is a mess that she has a hollow heart and she has never believed that love would ever find her?Dear Diary - This Girl

Literatureday oneday one: this is where you insert the shotgun blasts and the sound of toothpicks breaking over brittle bones. forever was a word that would remain unfulfilled, disappointment became the word of destiny 8/1/10 10:20pmdays

Literaturemary was the quite typeMary was the quite type, she was compelling and fragile, but nothing could stop her when she wanted something. She wasn't known by many, but the few who did weren't very found of her.Mary

LiteraturehemorrhageNot all things can be healed in time, The scars may fade But they're always there, They remind us of our suffering, Remind us of those countless times When tears just weren't enough, They keep us from forgetting our past mistakes. Looking down our arms Scars blend with fresh wounds, The past and the present bleeding into each other, Our hands are joined, A silent comfort to ward off The unspoken words screaming to be said. We are both broken, There is no way we could be good for each other, But at least our sorrows can provide A non pitying comfort That's unlike these people that surround us express. The same peophemorrhage

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