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  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    “You kept all the things I threw away A leaf I picked A birthday card I made” ———— She sits on her bed and wonders why she ever thought love was a good idea. She should know better, really. She should. She knew love would hurt her. But still, she loved. She thought he wouldn’...
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    It was beautifully clear day when she died. The sky stretched so flawlessly that it shouldn’t have been even a whisper of a thought to be marred by something like that. It was far too beautiful outside when she died. Would she have lived if it had been storming, dark and brooding and thunderous? ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    it is a wavering hesitant light that shyly glances above the lip of the horizon it isn't a brilliant fiery rise it is a soft ghost of rose and warmth exhaled across fragile china blue it is a pale clear honey-amber haze that cloaks the circlet it is a muted quiet yawn of...
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    “Make it stop!” she screamed, hands fisted over her ears. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” She writhed on the ground hands pressing furiously into her ears. 'You don’t want us to go away,' crooned a syrupy toxic voice. 'Mama’s gone, Papa’s dead, soon we’ll drape you...
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    “You’re a doll.” A half-smirk crinkling his right eye, lips quirked into an almost-smile. She laughs. “You’re welcome.” A casual sling of the bag over the shoulder and he leaves. She turns the opposite direction and she doesn’t look back. But if she did, she would’ve seen that ...
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    She was fourteen. He was seventeen. They were different, the two. She was a poet, a muse, quiet. When she opened up, it was like a flower blooming. He walked the halls alone in school; he was a singer. He could be moody and dark but he had a brilliant smile and a wicked sense of humor. She was a fre...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The best place to cry, my dear Is in the pouring rain Where raindrops, teardrops Gently Fall soft and cry your pain....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    How can I Just keep living How can I simply Keep breathing Continue walking forward... Slice me open Find my heart Brittle and black Cracked Bloody Trudging through life Put through hell Yet I'm still walking I don't know why Or how I've been beaten Bruised S...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Could you possibly hear me? Can you see me at all? Or am I another leaf— Forgotten after fall? If you were to brush by Would you notice me there? A forlorn, listless girl Her eyes a vacant stare? Or would you join the rest Not even seeing me? Another person helping Me doubt my sanit...
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    There were two of them. Both young and pale. Their skin pallid, their eyes wide and blank. Their light white-blond hair lank and raggedly cut. The girl's thin hair was barely shoulder length. She was slightly older. Orphans. No one would take them in. It was something about their eyes. Their ha...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    This is you to you, Chen. To you, the boy with the wide grin, dark chocolate eyes, and nearly black hair that you insist has 'natural style'. This is to you, your wicked sense of humor, your imperfect perfectness, and your crazy talent in your clarinet and of course, your violin. Thi...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I watch him, silently, as he draws his hand gracefully into the air, the bow glossy and elegant in his hand. He hovers the bow a millimeter above the smooth strung strings. I watch him close his eyes in fierce concentration, and watch them snap open, filled with light. I bite my lower lip. And I wat...
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    "They call me Lilly," the girl whispered, her voice soft. She stood uncertainly on the threshold of her door, a slim hand pressed against the oak door. "Well, Lilly," a boy with tanned skin and laughing green eyes said seriously, "Will you play with us?" The girl&...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I've always had bad memory. Always. I forget what I'm wearing, I'll walk in a room and forget what I was going to do, and my mind seems to have a self-erase mode. But I'll never forget him. Never. Time can blur the edges, smooth out the fine details, but I'll always remem...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    <Verse> You can cut me off Be utterly cold But I'll always see Your heart as gold You can shatter my soul Crush my heart I'll just rebuild 'em From the start Cause you're worth Everything to me And sometimes I wish You'd finally see <Chorus> I...

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