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before foster carethis is my side of the night i was taken away from the only family i ever knew. please understand that i was 3 so some of it might make sense but itll make sense enough. enjoy!before foster care
im sitting here at this little picnic table, watching tv and eating. this is the first time that i was aloud to eat mcdonalds and i was wandering what was going to happen. tony, my daddy, is sittng in a big chair. there is a loud noise outside and then a man is yelling. someone is pounding on our door. daddy is getting up and he answering the door. this man with lots of shiney stuff all over his shirt is talking to daddy. daddy lets the man with the
by ~imsobella
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Written On the Stall A frown marred her pristine features. Maria read the crude writing on the bathroom stall: Kristen is fat. Jason’s a hottie. Maria’s a fag. That one sullied her. Maria could only muse one thought, “At least I understand.” She took a pen to the stall, “And damn proud of it.”Written On the Stall
by ~RhondaElizabeth
Barfly MemoriesMy fondest memories are tied up in threads of cigarette smoke and dregs of spilled whiskey. Even way back in the days where we all played the happy family game the smell of my parents smoke and the voices and amber glasses from dad’s bar cocooned me. I still remember how I could taste the tobacco in the back of my throat from my perch behind the bar. Not even eight years old and there I sat amongst old men slumped over there drinks with worn shoe leather faces. The bar was one of the places of old, the patrons rooted trees shedding leaves of peanut shells and cellophane cigarette wrappers. I learned more in those hot afternoons and balmyBarfly Memories
by ~Midnight-neko
Candle-Induced EuphoriaThe rain seems to melt away in front of the candlelight, But really, it steams off, Like a sky-blue slate in the morning glare, Distilling and purifying, Defying the grim reflux of repetition.Candle-Induced Euphoria
Windows glint, spraying eyes with light, Retinas scorched with newer pigments; They have gotten purer, A better yield, But it remains theoretical.
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* british accent * ooh lovely -_-
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* british accent * ooh lovely -_-
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I swear, every five minutes an idiot falls from the sky, and one day in a show of karmiac irony one shall fall on me and that my friends is how I will die
I always end with elipses because I never think there is a real end...
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