I'll write later.


Their LoveHis embrace tightened around her slender frame. He looked down at her And immediately got lost inTheir Love
The dark grayness of her almond shaped eyes The curving of her lips And beautifully structured face made his heart beat wildly The fresh strawberry scent of
Her hair drifted through him Their bodies molded perfectly together Hers with his and his with hers She inhaled the familiar smell of the cologne he wore Her hand touched a bit of his neck And immediately felt smooth skin underneath Both blocking out the chaos of the world around them They are le


Her Nightmare.She keeps her head down as she walks through the halls. Hearing the murmuring and the whispers that come when she passes by. A tear drop falls and she is too slow to catch it. Walking a little faster, she slips into the nearest place of safety. The girls bathroom. And into a stall. Knees giving in, the tears fall endlessly. Her body shakes harder with each tear. She closes her eyes. Wishes she was somewhere else. Anywhere but here. This is her nightmare.Her Nightmare.


My friend.So Im sitting here, talking to this boy with the beautiful heart and I can feel his pain. The horrible, aching inside of him. He tells me of the saddening cries from his dad he hears in his head and it sort of causes this sharp pang deep inside me. Telling me he cries almost every day, I get speechless. I dont know what to say. I can sympathize, sort of, but our situations are different. My parents are both alive. His arent. The one who is SUPPOSED to be the rock of the family, the foundation, is gone and I am thinking his family is slowly falling apart, including him. I can feel tears flooding my own eyes as I start to realMy friend.
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FourteenHer skirt slips down and puddles at her feet. He said he's never smelled a girl so sweet. Her innocence fading at such a young age. To him she's another little black book page. She steps back to prolong the inevitable. For her to resist he knows she's not capable. She's pushed to the bed resting at her knees. He know in a moment he'll be so pleased. She's forced down exposed to the core. He looks at her as if a wild boar. She fears the look within his eyes. He thrusts in in three tries. A lone tear streams down her face. The tightness has put him in a daze. She jerks her body sending him deep. He feels her blood begin to seep. She goes limp aFourteen


Watching HerI watchWatching Her
I see her eyes filled with pain Her heart breaking
But she denies it Says shes fine But i know
from the fake smile
and the cheery tone of voice She is far from fine Shes hurting
So much pain for one person And nothing that i can do I hold her as she crys Tell her it will be alright She nods and says "i know" But I don't know if it will be alright I hope it will For her sake
It hurts to watch her like this Knowing what she needs and knowing that it is'nt my love she needs


Imperfect PerfectionThey say her heart turned to ice that day, and the very core of her being changed.Imperfect Perfection
Deep in the heart of the Arctic Frost, a glorious kingdom made of ice exists. No one knows exactly where it is, or how to get there. It's not charted on any map, but I can assure you, it's there. In the center of this kingdom is a beautiful ice palace. The garden, the statues, the flowers, everything is made of blocks of perfectly shaped ice. Overlooking the garden is a small, yet elegant balcony. On this balcony, there sits a bench, with the Queen, proudly admiring herself in her Crystal Mirror. Queen Deanna smiles, then casts her gaze on the hori
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promises are meant to be broken.
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I love you Chris ~
"Life is not a race, do take it slower. Simply hear the music before the song is over." - Unknown
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promises are meant to be broken.
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promises are meant to be broken.
I lovee your gallery.
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promises are meant to be broken.
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This Is The Art Of Ruin
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