2 Folds
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1I waited impatiently. Scared and excited.
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1look at me, but I just can't help myself.
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2looked at him disgusted. After thinking about it she realized it wouldn't be such a bad idea. "What don't you like about herself?" He said with a smile.
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3When asking myself a question, instead of picking pedals off a flower, I take one of the pedals and tear it until it can't be torn anymore. Each time in half and by the end of it
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5Dragging through yet another day. I remember when I was younger - when it didn't take quite so much effort to lift my feet off the ground.
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2"My bestfriend's boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, raped me." I had to say it. Wow, it felt amazing to let it out. The group looked at me understandingly. The group therapist turned to
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3That morning when I got to my first period class. Things were different. Everyone stared at me. They all knew the terrible thing I had done.
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4they're pretty pleasing. Maybe some collar bone studs. People seem to be into those. You're kindof being a bit too vintage. Frankenstein's monster. A bit overdone...
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4of the library. The simplest of spells is the one I couldn't remember. It was also probably the only one I could do. The thought of magic began to stress me out.
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6He knew if they found out. The hats would suddenly go from a small hipster craze to a war between the fashion forward and the not-so stylish. He could never let them know.
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5I took a sip of my iced coffee and logged into Facebook on my phone for the first time in months. I was just as depressed to see what was happening as I always had been. There was
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5I followed the mysterious girl into her apartment building. I knew how this probably looked, but I didn't care. She was so beautiful. With her dark hair and big round
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8Pen against paper, but no words come out. No thoughts whatsoever. Just nothing. I didn't understand how my hypergraphia could change so quickly into writers block. It did. And now
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2He didn't know what he was getting himself into at all. He didn't need to get into it, but at the same time he did.
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3floor a bit. The stress was getting to him. The tourists didn't notice.
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3She died a little every-time he looked at her after that. Filling herself up with guilt and self-hatred.
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7A cigarette for a thousand problems. #1 Death.
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1My sister died. Reading the text that I sent her. The text I sent her in a fit that she wouldn't support me about Garret. I regret it every day.
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6She had gotten her baby taken away when she was fifteen by her grandparents. Now at eighteen she was leaving on the open road. A cigarette between her fingers and money in her bra.
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2He regretted saying it immediately afterwards. The men began to become frightening to the bartender.