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Random First Lines:Our Son Thomas was born on the Fifth of September, after the summer hoilday's ended. As it was getting colder, and winter was on it's way. When we... » Read
â€œClose your eyes and imagine (If you can) having no conscience, no feeling of guilt or remorse. Can you do it? Of course you canâ€™t. A conscience is natural for people to have, you do something cruel or nasty and you feel bad for it; thatâ€™s just the way things...
A day in the life of a female with an eating disorder.
This is the addiction of nothing. The craving of emptiness. This is my addiction.
When Ingrid meets Christian she is instantly captivated. He's different from any boy she's ever met. But when Christian starts acting differently, Ingrid can't help but notice. It doesn't take long for her to realize there is something seriously wrong with the boy she thought she loved.
An odd poem about a mental illness which I recently overcame.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0