

You may be gone...i walked up the garden path to your door, but before i could knock i was hit with the realisation that maybe i didn't belong.You may be gone...
i walked down the garden path back to my car, just wanting to get home and sit in the dark, thinking about what it was that went wrong.
though you may be gone that doesn't mean that i'm just going to lay down and die i'm going to stand on my own two feet and view the world for myself
i walked up the foot path to the table in the corner i realised that you wouldn't be coming like you had


A short amount of time"Why do you want to talk now?" she asked me. Her voice wasn't filled with anger, or hesitation. She was just asking a question.A short amount of time
The truth was, I didn't know the answer. In fact, I honestly had very little idea as to why I called her. I suppose it was the feeling I'd been having the last few days; I'd been unable to define exactly what that feeling was, but I knew it was linked to her somehow. It wasn't love, or was it. It was certainly similar to loneliness, and the feeling of longing that always accompanies that. What was so curious about this feeling w


Years Agoyou call me up just to tell me something you can't even remember what it was what am i suppose to think?Years Ago
i guess if it only happened maybe once every now and then but everyday is kinda pushing it don't you think?
i think it's kinda funny how you can't understand
it was years ago when i said i loved you years ago when we were together years ago but you still love me
there was a time don't get me wrong when i thought you could be the one
but i think i could need something more then you


Heemotionless would be a lie, but it's the front he wears, can't you see, the need in him, the need for something more.He
he longs to touch what's no longer his, screaming no longer gives it's peace, and all he wants to do is lay, lay down and cry.
but the tears won't flow, too many times before, has this happened, to the one, the one who lays here now.
he's asked how he feels, and in relation to what, no one knows, the pain that grips, that grips his very soul.
no one ever did anything for him, their


Truth and BeautyDelilah drew the knife down her thigh and watched as the blood trickled down her leg, forming a pool on the white tiles below her, the light of the moon reflecting off the blood, giving her a sense of foreboding beauty. She glanced at the older scars on her thighs and sighed, wishing she could stop, but at the same time enjoying her secret that she kept from the world. She looked up at the moon, accentuating her pale skin and dark eyes, and wished she had someone to help her; to be able to remember the beauty and truth that engulfs the world outside her own.Truth and Beauty
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She woke up the next morning, wrapped in he


The Great Australian StoryI sit down at my little black laptop and poise my fingers on the cool, smooth keys, and as I look down, I can see thousands of words jumping out at me but none that I knew were suitable. My fingers fly across the keyboard and finally, I have something. I have what I want to write. I want to write the great Australian novel. One that can change a life and make people tell everyone about it. I want to write the kind of book that lives on for years, or even forever, like To Kill a Mockingbird, or even Catcher In The Rye. I want it to be about adventure and love and excitement and I dont want my character to be boring and I want everyone toThe Great Australian Story


I Wore Odd SocksSummer was my neighbour in 3rd grade. She was beautiful. When they moved in, my mum let me take them a present and her mum gave me some cake. It was yummy cake, tasted like real chocolate, not the yucky fake stuff people usually use when they cook. Everything in Summers house was perfect. Even though theyd only been there a few days, there were no boxes around and things seemed to be perfectly in their place and the house was clean. Not like when we moved into our house. We had things left in boxes for ages and the house was messy for years. It still is.I Wore Odd Socks
Summer was wearing a Star Wars costume. I was wearing odd socks


I Could Be Writing, WilliamDear William,I Could Be Writing, William
Well, I guess it was never hard for you guys to see I liked him, right? Well apparently everyone could see but him. Lately we've been talking a lot again and getting close again and I finally told him that I've liked him pretty much since we started talking which I know is stupid because I've never even met him but he's such a nice boy and he always flirted back so I figured he liked me too.
So anyway tonight I told him that I've liked him for a long time and he just completely shut me down saying that he never knew I liked him that way and th
thanks for the watch!
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I'm really bored.
See you soon,
C
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Thanks so much for the
Really glad you loved it.
xo
Celina
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Trying so hard to make the pieces all fit
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