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 Pens and pencils, waiting to be sharpened options, choices and doors,yet to be opened for my future yet to come Take a look into the past e... [read more] |
 1 Entering this world through a family of pride. My parents rules I will abide. (17)Seventeen, brown hair, light skin One day becoming a hus... [read more] |
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My accusations, my pain and heartache I passed on to you, and it was a mistake. You've been nothing but faithful, I did nothing but lie. You... [read more] |
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I grew up in a family I know wasn't perfect, but we all managed to make it through. Whenever I think back I know it was worth it, but withou... [read more] |
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Late at night I'll sit alone and wonder what might have been if you wouldn't have gone away, and if we were more than "just friends". I alw... [read more] |
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Where did you go? Who all went? Untrusting... Asking questions as a policeman would. Interogating... Curiosity fills my thoughts. Was there... [read more] |
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Drugs, alcohol, parties, and friends remembering everything as it WAS. Ignoring it all unless it gave me a buzzzzzzzzz Life, a popularity co... [read more] |
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"You animals! You horrible kids!", my father yelled. Mom, drifting off in a wasteland of drugs. Shattering my soul. Dad, leaving bruises tha... [read more] |
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Does it matter I'm rite here? Do you notice me? Do you even care? Maybe my being here you take for granted. Where is your heart? You will no... [read more] |
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Daily, living considerably well in our own. Pretending to be adults who have grown ... [read more] |
 Ugonna Wachuku Let me be gone now ... Silence! Silence of the grave ... Life on this encha... [read more] |
 Time to close the doors. Time to live in a bubble. Time to forget emotion. Time to forget trust. Time to forget kisses by the sea. Time to g... [read more] |
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There's a trail of orange peels running down three flights of stairs. Where does it go? Nobo... [read more] |
 Seasons pass, in timely fashion and take with it my yellow jasmine. While September breaths a chlling sigh, a hint of Fall,...as the Summer... [read more] |