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What do toi want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do toi expect to happen?
As toi kick me down
As toi rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do toi want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I a dit I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The l’amour toi showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your l’amour was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you

Why Me!?!?!?!?

Why did toi choose me?
When there were others plus accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?

How could toi do it?
When I begged for toi to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?

Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?

This unending cycle
Was all toi ever knew
Is all you'll ever have

'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat

toi may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...

Was it all worth it?
posted by Vampiyaa
   "What's wrong with Raphael?" Amena asked confusedly, entering the cuisine in which Linda was preparing dinner. 
   "He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the minute he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
   "Don't worry, I can finish up here," she a dit warmly. "Why don't toi rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The seconde Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
   Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...

Raphael lay there...
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posted by para-scence
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.

"Have a good jour sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.

Not that I deserve to.

I clutched my livres to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.

"Bitch," they muttered.

"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.

But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.

And I'd live with this guilt till I die.

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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Can I Hate You?

Can I Hate You? I dont know.
You did so much, to make me smile,
I wish I hadnt fallen so hard, so fast, with my eyes closed.
You loved me,I think, I know I loved you.
I cant just throw it away over night.
I want toi back, here with me.
I miss being yours, I miss it.
I know I'm strong, I know I'll live.
I know I wont die.
Can I hate you? I dont know.
I've decided I cant, no matter your choices,
It hurts yes, to see toi go
But I can pull up my pullups,
And do it with dignaty,
Yes theyve asked, but i a dit no
I dont want them, I want you.
But I guess that cant happen.
So can I hate you? No.


So were...
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posted by para-scence
I was able to find a siège with a little sixth grader. She pushed herself to the window, making sure she was as far from me as she could get. What, was I diseased? I ignored her and just stared at the siège in front of me, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

After about a twenty minute bus ride, we got to the school. Afraid to be noticed, I waited until most of the people got off the bus. This really annoyed the sixth grader; I had her trapped, so she had to wait until I got the guts to cut someone off. Finally, I started to get off the bus, when I felt hands on my back. As I was getting off, they...
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posted by Moonlight_Kitty
The night was hollow, the moon casting gray shadows through the dark forest as he ran.
Darting between trees, jumping over fallen logs, he glided through the forest like a cloaked shadow himself. He was aware of the others in the forest, the dark beasts that chased him. He stopped as several beasts jumped in front of him. Their red eyes held fast to him as their skin rippled and bubbled. He gritted his teeth, once these had been normal dogs, chiens he had played with long ago. Now they were beasts of the blackest element, chained to a dark and dismal fate, and loyal to their creator.
He brought...
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posted by Jawas4eva
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve an old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays piano and guitare and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
posted by para-scence
I stayed in my room the whole suivant day. Blair must've come in my room last night after our little confrontation, and removed any sharp objects. My fine-tooth comb is gone. My left arm stung a lot; I was starting to regret doing that a little bit.

I did feel better though.

No one bothered me today. I'd heard someone near my door in the mid-morning, but I heard Blair whisper, "No dear. Let her rest."

I slept most of the day, but I started to get a little anxious in the late afternoon. I paced around for a while, cleaned up a bit, and tried to sleep but couldn't. Then a while later, I gave up and...
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Sun shining like a holy light. After getting out of the tent, I was welcomed par such greenery and wildlife. Such green lush beauty in the glowing morning light made everything just pop and colorful. So many different shades of green and nature all around. I definitely didn't get this New York! The lush vegetation, the scenery, the little cute monkeys climbing around, it was like being in a zoo almost. I heard rustling in the bushes, and prepared myself for an animal attack. As soon as I saw my sister's rose tennis shoe pop out of the bushes, I was slightly relieved. The girls walked out of...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
It was a dark day. The wind was rushing through the trees and the rain came down without any mercy. I was alone in the house, searching for something I could do on this stormy day.
I decided to go outside, so I could feel nature’s power rushing through my veins.

Once I opened the door, I felt like I was about to enter a whole different world.
The wind was blowing in my ears and my clothes were soaked the moment I stepped outside.
But I kept going. I did not want to go back. I wanted to keep moving forward.
I wanted to become one with the rain, become one with the wind. I wanted to be the rain...
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posted by ambers1999
I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the haut, retour au début and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, toi shouldn't be here".Jason a dit weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I a dit putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before toi get hurt"! He a dit desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the l’amour he had for me. I saw that he had...
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This place is totally different from how Bea told me how is was. Freedom? I feel like a lab rat and everything is limited. They watch toi do everything, and all the pills that they give you, toi have to take them and they watch toi take them.Yet, Janice doesn't take them. I've seen her little tricks, and I must say for myself that it's pretty brilliant how she does it. They watch her take them, but then after they leave, she takes them out of her mouth, puts them in her pockets, and then around nighttime ou so, she'll trade with another girl for pills that Janice wants. This goes against...
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posted by para-scence
A week later, Blair had gotten us all settled in. I had the one spare bedroom, Kirsten and Sage slept on air mattresses in the other spare bedroom, Paige had a bedroom in the basement, and Mom slept on the pullout couch. Blair and her husband were so nice for taking us in, I'd never be able to thank them enough.

Mom still hadn't found a job. This pleased me, despite our précédant conversation. I liked it when she was around. She was fun to talk to, and she understood me sometimes. Even if she didn't, she listened to me.

She seemed nicer too, and plus caring.

Back at home, when she was actually...
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I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm écriture a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what toi think of this so I can see if I should start écriture the story ou not.

Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed par her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that toi could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story ou movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, ou feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as toi probably know. Imaginary Friends can be anything toi want them to be. An animal, a creature toi made up, a monster, ou just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
posted by gabatron3000
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posted by r260897
Zean sat on his lit with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with l’amour but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are toi doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben a dit “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your cœur, coeur coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums,...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired par the song, "Looking Glass" par The Birthday Massacre.

"Waiting as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. I fade as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now."




I'd thought there was nothing wrong.

"He's really sweet, I promise," I'd said. They just didn't know him like I did. It made me angry. He really wasn't bad; just some anger management problems. That was no reason to be afraid.

Now I wasn't so sure.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he snapped....
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"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he a dit to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between toi two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...
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posted by DxCFan123
I wanted until morning. I was actually able to still live in my room. It wasn't an aparition ou anything weird. Like I never got bitten. Like I ran from him and was sûr, sans danger with my family. When morning came, I grabbed all my dresses and ran to the nearest mall and looked at the directory. Upstairs. I went up the escalator. I slowly walked inside the shop. It felt eerie and dark. That frightful night played back in my head.

"Help! Someone!" "Mamma! Mamma! Mam-"

"M'aam? How may I help you?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh, I have these old dresses and I thought a thrift store could take them." I set...
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posted by DxCFan123
It was the suivant day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue chemise that a dit "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she a dit "Oh! I didn't give toi a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"