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Gone So YoungGracefully she strides home like every night since his departure.Gone So Young
She sits in a corner formed by a cracked wall and an enclosed shower; claustrophobic. Her boney legs pressing firmly to her chest. Just careful enough to not fracture her rib cage. Steam suffocates her weak lungs while her damp hair falls in strings at the side of her scraped pail face. Only a bit of light creeps through the dusty window blinds into the dimly lit bathroom. He demised premature; too sudden. He left her on her own without any oxygen. It's like breathing under water with out him here. She thinks so evidently. (and for a matter of fact, too often.) She
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..I lay tranquil on freshly cut dew drop stained grass. My oval eyes, they look through the clouds that drain the warm colour from the faces beneath; fading on the darkening planet. I stare through the cotton mass, far past, like I can see to the other side, and the other side is that of my childhood. I reminisce for an inhale; exhale too long...
I watch as I see myself gracefully dance across dandelions towards the imposing play equipment. My features were calm however, frozen still like a porcelain doll. Reaching the Lego-shaped stairs, I climbed up hearing my steps echo in my sensitive ears. As I stood on the top of the
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I Don't See Why: Chapter OneI Don't See Why: Chapter One- Fowl Play in Dreamland.I Don't See Why: Chapter One
Every October the traveling circus nestles at Hash; which would be the appropriate name of the delinquent boarding school I am banished to. It stays for about a week and then all is packed up again into vandalized trailers to go else where. How they get anywhere with flat tires puzzles me. What stumps me even more is why they bring a carnival to a school like Hash anyways. No one here deserves any of the smiles forced upon us. We spend our nights dancing bare foot on broken Smirnoff bottles not scribbling faux answers. Why celebrate with balloon animals for skipping classes du
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Sorry Excuse for a GrieverI'd make a sorry excuse for a griever; when children are dying in the world.Sorry Excuse for a Griever
I was surprised to come home empty stomach from skipped studies to an email describing a sorrow of sorts. It took a while for the rain water to soak into my thick roots; my veins and spine, and spark a signal to my head office. I didn't want to believe it was true and give in to my rather good denial. I was sure getting better at that. Then as though I were shot by a rifle; salty red liquor started pouring down my arms, memories from far too long ago flashed like white light before I could remember how to blink. As though every bone under my thin acid fl
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- Current Residence: here is nowhere
- Interests: writing. photography. thunderstorms.
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The midnight sky with a full moon awakens the beast within me...
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The midnight sky with a full moon awakens the beast within me...
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The midnight sky with a full moon awakens the beast within me...
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The midnight sky with a full moon awakens the beast within me...
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You should be tired of telling people what to do.
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