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Not a NymphaiStory of a Teenage Vagabond
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PwnedThinking back on those moments cause me to shake-not from nerves-I assure you with all of my heart-but from anger. The two boys I had become great friends with had, afterall, abandoned me entirely. You see, only a crazed person would kill for no reason at all, or for some reason that only makes sense to them, but I’m sure you have felt what I had felt then too. It was not as if I did out of purely blind fury, spur of the moment energy. No, this had built up over time, long enough time for me to show them how wrong they had become in abandoning me for their silly games. When it first started, it was so frustrating. The two boysPwned
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...So I Went LookingNote: This is a random conversation I decided to do between a friend and a runaway. We’ll call the runaway Allie and the friend Mark (for no special reason whatsoever). I originally had this posted but I accidentally deleted it so here it is again. I hope you enjoy it!......So I Went Looking
Allie coughed in to a clenched fist in the park’s gazebo, mostly to rid her stomach of the hunger pains. She’d only been gone a day… but then again, she always had had a big appetite. She chuckled quietly to herself on the topic, but the smile quickly faded. She had been
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Hope vs. TruthIt may not be apparent to me now what's going on, but thankfully I don't need to pray like others to know. Somewhere deep down is a boy named "Hope". You see, Hope is who has helped me through so many problems. "We can make it through anything, we're a team," he'd always reassure me, and I guess that is what helped me most. I'm eternally grateful to him, but I don't think I show it to him enough. You see, Hope hasn't been around lately... I think he's ignoring my overwhelming being. I think he thinks I'm too much to handle... too much work for that one boy named Hope to handle.Hope vs. Truth
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SparksWhat happens when the spark is gone, But love remains? Does the pain still echo within her heart, Or even flare up more? How could it feel to descend from the center of his passion, To that look in his eyes? She knows what it means, But she doesn't want to admit, That she's lost her touch, And it's all her fault. What happens when the spark is gone, But love remains? Does he just keep on waiting, For that day when she smiles again? How could it feel to descend from the center of her happiness, To that look in her eyes? He knows what it means,Sparks
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- Current Residence: in my locker with scuttles
- Interests: directing, writing, photography, love
- Favourite movie: the butterfly effect... i'll come back for you!!!
- Favourite band or musician: the beatles/coldplay
- Favourite genre of music: rock'n'roll/60s 70s r&b/anything that sounds good at the time
- Favourite artist: john lennon/marvin gaye
- Favourite poet or writer: poet: emily dickinson writer: roald dahl
- Favourite photographer: prolly http://trixypixie.deviantart.com/
- MP3 player of choice: i've got my turntable and cd player
- Shell of choice: koopa troopa *meep meep*
- Favourite game: super smash bros. for nintendo 64
- Favourite cartoon character: hmm... terra, sailor jupiter, wilt, stewie, and coyote and road runner
- Personal Quote: i think *NSYNC is a great band... should i be afraid to admit it?
- Tools of the Trade: microsoft word, pencil, notebook, and the land of CHELSEH
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