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By Emmie Lynne
I'm a cheerleader, and every cheerleader knows that you have to have this to be even considered part of our world wide family. Who knows, you might be a cheerleader if...
Martin is sitting on a bench when he sees her for the first time. And does nothing. If he sees her again, he will do something. Guess what - he sees her again :)
Short Story | Updated Jul 17, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
We weren't rich... We didn't have nice cars... All we had was our physical appearance, and our dignity. We did what it took to get bye. Sometimes we would stop and have a little fun. Of course, that messing around we did actually help us. We didn't joke around just for the heck of it.......
Short Story | Updated Dec 31, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I havent got an exact title for this poem yet as I didnt want an predictable title for the poem.
Anywho this poem is about the general basics of sexual orientation that isnt really talked about or known especially when the trouble seems to emerge from the younger generation/recent generation or...