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All of whats expected from me is simple.
i know its silly, but I've lost it.
maybe for the moment or what if forever.
that thing, that everyone's loves me for, dissipated.
vanished, like i haven't been trying to hold on so tight my knuckles turn white.
a mess, is how anyone who knew me like i...
By Cory Cortez
A chronicling of the life of a young and artistic child, from her hopeful birth to her awful death. Some Mature Content.
Criticism/feedback is greatly appreciated! And as always, I just hope you all enjoy reading the story :D
Timmy's back. A bit older. Now worried about the black thing that sticks to him - what is it and why is it? Timmy figures it out - shadows.
Shakespearean sonnet describing wonderment in the way my brain processes it.
when i first layed my eyes on you. and how u made me feel for the first time in a long time. 2:00pm 11/9/11
Poetry | Updated Nov 9, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A cynical and dark song I wrote in the darkness of night. Ooh, how creepy. Actually it was about 5:30 in the afternoon, in a quiet house, with the wind blowing steadily. Oooh, boring. But, I am having some trouble. I'm still quite young, and have much life still to live, so I must beg the...
By Kayla Holden
Challenged myself to use imagery as well as talk about something that is super inspiring to me
You are My Star
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