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Rainy days.The rain was coming down pretty hard. I guess they looked pretty stupid, just two teenagers sitting in the rain, hands cupped over cigarettes to keep them dry. "Do you remember that time -" He starts, swinging around to look at me with smiling eyes. "That time you started making fun of that old woman and she just turned around and flipped you off?" She broke out in laughter near the end, struggling to get the words out. "No, no." He took a drag. "I mean the time that you used to hate me, and, I guess I hated you too. For no reason." He exhaled and looked up into the sky. "This reminds me of that day." "I rememberRainy days.


Something likeI remember, once I walked down a long, winding road with a big cliff on one side and the highway on the other. The sound from the highwaySomething like
made me want to dive off the cliff but the closeness of the cliff made me want to
walk closer to the side of the road. &


Untitled: Chapter 1I'm going to start this story here. Not from the beginning, or from the end and go back. Because honestly I can't remember the beginning too well, and it hasn't ended yet.Untitled: Chapter 1
I'm lying in bed, overcome with boredom because I just finished reading my last book. My cat sees that I'm no longer resting a novel on my chest, so she slowly saunters over and plunks her soft body down so she is laying from my chest to my stomach. Her tiny face peers at me, full of knowledge between my boobs. My room smells bad. I don't live in a dump or anything like that, but I haven't gotten around to cleaning it for a while. I've been pretty busy. No - th


happy birthday, self.As you grow up, birthdays are like really special you invite tons of people and get tons of stuff and have just a lot of fun. Everyone knows it's your birthday and if they don't, you remind them with a smile. But once you get older, less people come, less people remember. Eventually even your own parents eventually even you forget your birthday. Because what does it matter? Another year of shithappy birthday, self.
What did I accomplish in a year? I accomplished to screwed over by 2 people I accomplished to lose my mom to a computer addiction and my step dad to a gambling addiction. I


Invisible CountryReeking in my corner upon the flaccid filth I watch the fools walk on by I wait and watch them wander here I sit and ponder. Petrified and terrified at just what we've become Can't you see we're dying? Can you see anything at all? The people in power and the ones that lie have robbed you blind. It's no wonder why - you can't see me or the flies in your eyes. Deceit and deception plaguing the masses with tranquilizing words that roll of forked-tongues. The politicians don't mean a thing when they chant "Yes you can!" 'cInvisible Country


Excruciation AfflictionExcruciation AfflictionExcruciation Affliction
What is beauty? From the eyes of her beholder Be this for love or simply duty Of her heart, he is the holder Back turned, given the cold shoulder Fragile and delicate as a porcelain doll Her soul engulfed in the smoulder Rejected and cast aside as leaves in fall
Lush crimson velvet petals Within her beauty her flaws, her thorns A delicate flower covered in nettles Broken and shattered by those horns
A droplet of silver rain A rose diminishing in the presence of her thorns She is drowning in all her pain
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I'll start again with a brand new name...
-jess
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