

SeparationOur marriage is dying Dad says, avoiding our eyesSeparation
As Mom chokes up and begins to cry And as my brother and sister sit shocked on the couch All I do is pull a blanket up to my mouth And bite down on my tongue until I can taste blood Biting down as if I could stifle the hurt that is slowly building up Weighing down my heart, shutting down my brain, heating the blood in my veins Until I could explode But Im not surprised, not like my sibs Because wasnt it just a few weeks ago When I asked Mom if they were getting divorced and her answer was no
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1. Introduction In the beginning, there was a girl and her pencil. In the end, only the pencil would be left, along with the stories that it had captured and written down. These stories would later become a book, a popular bedtime tale for children. This tale is the one that I now share with you.1. Introduction
The girl was 14 years old, and if she was around today, she would not consider herself the heroine of this story. She was, by all means, normal. She had one mother and one father, two siblings, and a dog she was very fond of. She was horrible at math, but she loved to write.
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87. GunshotKurschev checked the gun, making sure the magazine was in place in the HK. He found only one bullet. One shot. Exactly what he needed. A smile sat lightly on his lips as he stepped into the hall of the giant building, and out of the cramped broom closet. He was pushing a small cart, his gun concealed in a compartment right in front of him along with an extra magazine. Just in case the security was an issue. The back of the loose jacket bore worn lettering, an 'I' missing. JAN TOR A clearance card hung around Kurschev's neck, noting the obvious about the janitor. His hat was old, and sat atop the long, ragged wig87. Gunshot


In your eyesThe moon is hard to see tonight Beyond the fog and fading light But I see the reflection in your eyes And I see the city It sparkles and winks I see myself I see my dreams I see a meadow, speckled green Gentle white clouds, bright sunbeams I see a hope I thought was lost I see the lives The things wars cost In your eyes I found the tears The ones you hid and all your fears Ive found myself inside of you The smoke in the air is hiding the truth Within your eyes I can see my heart Beating, reaching, fighting hard I lost myselfIn your eyes
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Stage pirates ftw =3
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I'm actually wearing a Micky Mouse T-Shirt.
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Im not a stalker, i just find people very interesting.....you're out of milk, by the way.
Nice...journal xDD
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