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    Happy birthday! :]]

    Happy birthday! :]]
    Profile Post by sorasgrl18 for adamboy7, Dec 3, 2010
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    All Unquiet Things by Anna Jarzab. It's starting out dull and will hopefully become more action-y, but the depictions of the scenery and how it affects the people in Northern California are wonderful. :)
    Post by: sorasgrl18, Jul 7, 2010 in forum: The Playground
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    Good. And yourself?

    Good. And yourself?
    Profile Post by sorasgrl18 for sorashark5, Apr 8, 2010
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    Oh, thank you! :D

    Oh, thank you! :D
    Profile Post by sorasgrl18 for TwilightTownShadow, Oct 30, 2009
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    Good, what about you? :)
    Profile Post by sorasgrl18 for AxelRedHot, Oct 6, 2009
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    Puppet.

    And the poor puppet cried,
    while the wind whistled through her empty strings;
    her master never letting her stop.
    The puppet wanted freedom,
    but no one would cut her strings.

    So she did it herself.

    And it hurt,
    but she was released.

    At least until the strings reattached themselves,
    and she got tangled up.

    Nowhere to reach,
    every move controlled.
    She couldn't move,
    Couldn't speak.

    So she let her master have his way.

    And finally,
    the puppet gave up.
    Post by: sorasgrl18, Sep 21, 2009 in forum: Archives
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    He is not mine to fall for!
    Profile Post by sorasgrl18 for Darkcloud, Sep 9, 2009
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    Hey, I just started writing poetry, and I would appreciate some feedback, whether it be good, or bad.

    I'm sad because you remind me of myself.
    And that's someone

    nobody

    wants to be.
    Because,
    you get in this like,

    spiral,

    and you don't think that you can get out.
    And you don't care,
    because it feels good.

    Powerful.

    And you want to die,
    because

    nobody would care anyway.
    And you do harm to yourself,
    because

    nobody wants you.

    And you feel so alone.

    And you cry.

    Well, maybe not the cry part,

    but,

    You know,
    you don't think that you can get out,
    and you get

    happy about that.

    It's fun destroying yourself,
    when

    nobody's there.

    When nobody notices

    the tears you hide,

    or the lies and scars,

    so well washed upon your skin,

    fresh from this mornings activities,

    and last night's festivities.

    It's a

    rush,

    when you can do things that you shouldn't
    and can

    kill you.

    And it hurts the ones you love the

    dearest.

    It's the ultimate high.

    I don't like this one as much, but I wrote it for a friend, and what she was going through.

    Cry little girl.
    Cry all your tears.
    Cry for mommy and daddy and all your worst fears.
    Don't hold back, the time is near,
    you need to release,
    to feel,
    and to hear.
    Don't fake being happy,
    with a crooked smile on your face;
    there's no need to lie,
    just memories to erase.
    Cry about your famliy,
    your friends,
    and past loves.
    Cry about your scars,
    your ugly,
    and your sister spending all her time at bars.
    Cry about the drugs,
    the poverty,
    the lies.
    Cry your eyes out,
    little girl,
    let them fall like rainshine.
    Cry your hardest,
    it'll all be over soon.
    And when it's all said and done,
    you will be the one who wasn't fooled.
    Thread by: sorasgrl18, Sep 9, 2009, 2 replies, in forum: Archives
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