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I NEED HELP!!!!my Best Friend Just Told Me That She Hates Me More Than Life! I Need Advice
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OKOK I WILL NOT BE ON FOR A WHILE AS I HAVE OVER 1,000 PAGES TO READ IN LESS THAN 1 MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MY POEMSSuicide Poem, A Sonnet
Was I bewitched so by the thin red line
To notice not that time released its hold
And let pale Iris snip the silver twine
To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.
Existence now is not what I was told;
No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,
Just silence, painful silence, and the cold
Discomfort of my masochistic fear,
So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear
My soul until the ache's too much to bare,
As mortal life mirages now appear:
Intangible are they; away they tear.
Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon
When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.
Darkened Cigarettes
Alone, in front of the expanse of black,
Light from the side but faith no more,
A moment to ponder before I crack,
And I reach for the pain without a sore.
It eludes me, that devious and sly thought,
Leaving the notion of immense disease,
A smile - receiving the item that I sought,
But it's a lie - I'm brought to my knees.
One, the sender, blinks and turns away,
Finding solace in personal deceptions,
Letting this helpless being cry and stray,
Upon the brink of futile conceptions.
Once - just maybe - there had been the rose,
Impish grins shining to respond in aluminum,
But the heart - it feels what the mind knows,
Sensing pain in edifices and a small crumb.
Falling, now, with no signs of stopping known,
Occasional hints with the facade of light to see,
Snapping and breaking every single bone,
Yet one would see an untouched body.
Light - the purifying source of all knowledge and lies,
Those Mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts,
Here - no, perhaps there, light returns and deeply sighs,
Streaming the curling smoke of darkened cigarettes.
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SHE WAS ONLY 5!She was only five
Her Father was a drunk
Her Mother was an addict
Her parents kept her Locked in their attic.
Her only friend was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And only had patches of hair here & there.
She always talked to it When no one was around
She lays there and hugs it
As to not make a peep of sound.
Every time her parents unlock the door
The more and more pain She'll have to endure.
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face
Why would she be in such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And starts to cry softly
Because She loves her parents so very much
But they want her only to die.
She sits in the corner Quiet
Sitting she thinks to herself
"Please God, why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did.
Then one night her Mother came home High
And the poor child was beaten
Over & over as hours went by.
Then her Mother suddenly Grabbed a blade
It was a sharp and pointy one that she wielded
She thrust the blade
Right into her chest,
"You deserve to Die!!!"
The Mother walked out Leaving her daughter
Slowly dieing, the little girl grabbed her Bear
And again started crying.
Police showed up At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse.
One officer slowly Opened a door
To find the little girl Lying dead on the floor.
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least when she died
It was with her best friend in her arms.
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl), and you hate child abuse with a passion, you will repost this and help out those abused children, and let them know that someone cares for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it. she was only 5 and never loved ... if you dont repost this your a lazy, cold hearted person repost this saying: she was ONLY 5!
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I LIKE MY NEIGHBOR!My next door neighbor is 18 and I'm 13,but he looks like Jason Dolley. I think
he is cute so every time I'm around him i freak out! So on the 4th of july all
i would do is make up ridiculous excuses so i could be near him! And every time
i see him i get in my dad's car and i scream "I LIKE STEVE!" and every
time i do that i ask if him or his 19 year old brother Phil heard me. They normally
replied no but I'm scared that maybe I'll leave the car door open and he'll
hear me. so so one day i yelled it so loud that i think he heard me because he asked
me questions about if i like him and i had to lie to him. And if i tell my little
sister she'll tell him! I'M SCARED HE'LL HATE ME!
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