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radshelb
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2:37 pm on Oct. 25, 2009 | Joined: Aug. 2008 | Days Active: 110
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Areola
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When does the contest end?
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She's gone.
She gave me a pen.
I gave her my heart,
she gave me a pen.
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johnnyd3
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when does this contest end?
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im prolly hungover right now
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2:47 pm on Oct. 25, 2009 | Joined: Oct. 2009 | Days Active: 38
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eklipse 
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Entry Five Short Story: Full Size Pacing around these putrid halls, worrying about what would be next. Consumed by hatred, mocked by fear. Inability to sit here and listen to those words once more, to allow them to hurt me one more time. I can't take it, I never could. You come home screaming and yelling. It's all my fault, it always has been. Nothing will change, nothing will budge. In the end, it's who I am. The trouble-starting, ignorant teenager. You're right. I'm full of hatred and stupidity, and I should just go die in a corner. It's fun being your mindless puppet, it's fun watching me squirm isn't it? The time has come to rise against, to allow myself to show you who I really am. It may not be worth it, but I'm tired of crawling through my labyrinth of misery and sorrow. It's all my fault. Next time you yell and scream, I'll be there to fight back. I'm a complete waste of space and life, I should just clear the earth and make room for someone who has potential now shouldn't I. Very encouraging words, really hits the spot. You know, the one which you've always been able to pick out and the one which has always been my weakness. I've never done anything but bring in the problems of your lifetime. I've caused your stress, I've caused you to lose your job, and I've caused you to develop alcoholism. It's all my fault. Scream at me one more time. Let me allow these words to echo through my very veins, to break me down before your power once more. Scream like you've never screamed before. Terrify me towards the road to nonexistance Show me the way, and I'll gladly take it. You know that I only have one more step to take, you know the issues which follow. No, your animosity is keeping me alive. I have to keep you in check and show that you're not as high and mighty as you think you are. Yet, I can't. I can't honestly do it. Take in the pain which comes from it, nothing seems possible anymore. Why? It's all my fault Next time you yell and scream, I'll be there to fight back. Of course, that was all a lie. That very night you awoken me from my sleep shrieking about how you've never been the same since mom died. You know what, I totally hired the person to come and kill her. In fact, I pulled the trigger to her existence. I wanted her gone, out of my life. Much like you. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that, perhaps you shouldn't be so dimwitted to understand sarcasm. Learn some self discipline, rather than lets go yell in your sons face because of what we choose to let get to us. That was it, I couldn't take it anymore. It's all my fault. My escape, well, lets just say I decided to go for a drive. Fresh air, good music, perhaps just sleep on the side of the road and let things calm down. It's worked in the past, and certainly won't fail me in the future. Grab the keys and go. So I did, I just left. The normal quaint spot as usual, nothing so satisfactory, eerie in the dim of the night. The moon barely shining in my window. Something sparked in me, something new and strange. Why? I didn't quite know, but I needed to go back. I needed to, just because. It's all my fault. The thing is that night I died. Not only had I been dying inch by inch every day, not only had I been suffering from depression and self-guilt, but that night was a breaking point. I wasn't calm like it said in the newspaper, I was outraged. Driving crazily and unsure of myself. I got into an car accident. I'll never know if it was my fault or not, but for some reason I'll never forgive it all. What I hate about it is that he stayed alive. It felt like he purposely drove me off the cliff, and that he purposely made sure I'd never come back. Thanks dad, my misery is complete. You've made my day, because in fact, it's all my fault.
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2:54 pm on Oct. 25, 2009 | Joined: July 2007 | Days Active: 442
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Entry One: Poem It doesn't matter that you're gone
That the wind keeps blowing,
And the weeds keep growing
In patches on your lawn. Edward was in the garden that day,
Picking, and pottering, and planting away
While his shadow followed him quietly It doesn't matter that you were frail
That your hair was thin and grey,
And that your cane got in the way
Leaving a distant yet distinctive trail. Edward was in the garden that day,
Scattering and spraying and squirting away
While the sun smiled down at him wearily It doesn't matter that you forgot things
That your memory was jumbled,
And that you sometimes fumbled
When putting on your wedding rings. Edward was in the garden that day,
Trimming, and tottering and tubing away
While the wind tugged at him playfully It doesn't matter that you couldn't see well
That you wore your glasses on the tip of your nose,
And that you often began to doze
Napping for short, dreamy spells. Edward was in the garden that day,
Walking, and watering and wondering away
While death began to whisper to him softly It does matter that you're gone
That you were the only grandfather I had,
And that your death makes me so often sad
As I slowly and steadily continue to mourn. Edward was in the garden that day,
Laughing and, living, and loving away
While death swept him up forcefully And it took him away... Post edited at 3:03 pm on Oct. 25, 2009 by feeltheshane
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i love him
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thankssss yayyyyy i judgeee
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i love himm sooo much foreverzzz
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