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Underneath the designer wear and pretty hair, there is a person with insecurities. Written in response to my friend dropping from a size ten to size eight, saying that she is fat, and denying that I am. I want to give her something to cry about.
I suck at poetry, but you can only become better through practise... and CC.
Family drama and the like *blah blah blah*
this is a true story! i did changes the name of my little sister for her safety. she was 4 years old when this happened. Constructive criticism is grately appreciated!
Meh. Here's the story we did about the 'Fools' picture I sumbited. Uh, me, lili and Dearly_Beloved wrote this when we were bored at my birthday party last year.

I hope they don't get mad at me for posting this... xD There is, actually, an other part to this. But I don't have it on me. :p
Death can be a harsh thing...
That evening we walked & held on tight,
To each other as dark overcame light.

You suddenly grabbed my shoulder & threw me to the ground,
You covered my mouth so tightly I couldn't make a sound.

Tears started to form as you undid my shirt,
You threw it off & worked on my skirt.

Your hand never left my mouth as you continued to do,
The worst thing, my God, how could you?

I grasped your hair & tore at your face,
That did no good, you picked up the pace.

The scar from that night still burns,
The memory of you, doing the thing you yearned.

I wiped a tear as you finished & withdrew,
I rolled to my side wondering, 'who were you?'

I tried to scream as you hit my head,
I looked at the grass, the green turning to red.

I lay still awhile, crying quietly,
As you slunked away, quick & silently.

I looked around & saw that you left
I knew that you committed a crime, a theft.

I still remember that night, the day I lost,
I hope He finds you, so you can pay the cost.

I now wipe a tear & spread a smile,
For the man who now could walk a mile.

This poem is the memory of you,
Who committed a crime, my God how could you?
I'm sorry friend But I'm not
doing that dare!
A series of poems.
lol...what girls do in a conversation on AIM i think the names are not the usernames I changed it to the names me, Jess, and Capps have on FAC
y! this is a series of my stupid but funny and pointlessly random conversations with me and my friends and oher random people. it should be funny...well it is to me! this is the first chapter! and i keep coming up with more, so the next chapter will be up
Air: mmm hello people.. this is my first try at writing a fanfic so i hope you guy it oh it's also very short i know
A poem about the guy i like.
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For Justin
A poem I wrote when somebody very close to me never gave me the answer that I wanted.
YAY ANNOYANCE!
This is just a bunch of short stories I made up about one of my friends
Its an old poem I wrote when i had a cruse on some kid that rode my bus...
Well, this was a poem i wrote for a friend of mine when i was really mad at her. So in other words, this is a hate poem, but i like it anyway. Its a bit harsh though, i wrote this two years ago, and to me now it seems pretty awful.
Dedicted to Kota! Merry Christmas!
The miss of my friend Stephy-chan when I move. T_T;;
a little girl is lonely and wishes she can die the perfect death
There's a guy..Isn't there always? Anyways, I had nothing better to do and my fingers just kept on a typing. So, please comment, lemme know if there is anything I could fix.
Complete with the Dictionary of flabla. Some of the Rules of flabla will be added in later.