that's all.


KissingI used to fall asleep imagining that I was kissing you I would lay on my stomach under the coversKissing
and pretend like I knew the secret that was kissing.
I had seen it so many times
the softness of lips meeting from people in love; It would feel like raising a flower to your face to smell the nectar and accidentally having the petals tickle your mouth I had seen it so many times the awkward placement of hands that didn't even seem to matter in relation to the placement of lips that had to fit just right together I had seen it so many times the guilty look of having experi


Secret LoverSecret Lover, how do I describe it?Secret Lover
It's like A million Pins and Needles pricking my skin all at the exact same time it's like 1000 volts of lightening to my body in a rainstorm it's like I don't have enough blood to reach my arms and legs;tingling, they don't feel like they're apart of my body anymore. it's like
holding my breath under water where I can hear my heart beat and feel my head get lighter it's like being so happy that I forget that there's any other feeling in the world.


BoyI wish you could set my heart ablaze like he did; my whole body numb just from the shock of it.Boy


San SalvadorI am a liar. It's who I am. It's what I do. What can I say? It's not like I'm going to lie and pretend I'm not a liar. I'm done with that. No, I will not lie anymore. So I'm going to tell you the truth, well, at least everything that I'm sure isn't a lie.San Salvador
I've lived in DC ever since I was just a little chica. A lot of people when they hear the word DC think of the white house and official-looking white men in suits. They think of monuments and museums, the potomac, the capital, cherry blossoms. Well, that may be their DC, but that is not mine. DC is busy busy. I'm talking tons of people everywhere you look, pushing, some are sipp


All GoodCover your eyes girl. The pain fades into black. Shut yourself up in another dimension. Let the misery spill away from your wrist. Seeping out it begs for air. Begs to breathe. Since then there’s no breath left. Nothing in the air that can cure the ache you give me. Break me down, compact with hate. Love, foreign but it’s been here all along.All Good
Awoken from this dream that never was. It crawls down my throat. The magic pill. Turns a broken heart into the blessed one. Killing your sins, you are alive. Filled with mixed emotions. You love the way you feel, but you know it’s not real. These lies confuse your train of thought. You


My RestPurple and black flesh Surrounded by milky white skin. What did I do to deserve this? Where do I begin?My Rest
I forgot to do my homework. I made a B plus on my test. And when I got home from school I laid down for a rest.
Now my skin is slick with blood, My shirt and jeans are soaked. My eyes are cold and lifeless, He says I'm nothing but a joke.
He hit me with the buckle Of his long black leather belt. And after the first two blows, Nothing is all I felt.
He hit and yelled and screamed at me, He did his very best.  
truth Is gf
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i has christmas pressie for u
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98% of all teenagers are bad at math. If you're one of the 5% who are good at it, paste this into your signature
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98% of all teenagers are bad at math. If you're one of the 5% who are good at it, paste this into your signature
or I can stop by your house and we can exchange on the 23rd after my mom gets off of work.
cuz I won't be at my mom's house until like 6 on the 23rd, so I wouldn't be able to give you yours then.
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98% of all teenagers are bad at math. If you're one of the 5% who are good at it, paste this into your signature
thanks for the favvvv
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and I want to be a
person who can care
but doesn't have to
and that's what I'm doing.
I'm setting free.
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