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The life of a loner. Often seclusive and dreaming; a loner tends to be away from the crowd, makes his path through the jungle of life... yea, sounds like me.

People.... theyre kinda funny... i love how my friends ramble on about their problems, when they have no idea what real problems are, im not annoied by them... actually slightly amused... i hear their problems and compare theirs to mine, and most of the time... sadly, i win... i try to be a happy guy, appear to be a 'radiator of good energy'... or so says my teacher... i guess im good at that, hiding things that is... i could say that theyres a lot of crap going on in my life, and i could take up most of this space rambling on about my problems, but i know theyres always someone out there worse off than me... if you know what im talking about, give me a message, we could chat... or not, that would be fine too, ive just found it much easier on people to talk about their problems than bottle them up... i guess thats why i deal with my friends so long... but ive also found talking to someone puts a toll on them.... thats probably why i dont talk about my problems to people.... anyway, poetry is pretty much what i do....... other than being a complete band geek... that damned flute.... well, thats about all there is for this, somewhat pathetic, excuse for a life... Name's Nick

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My name is Sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls
I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late
His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

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A girl went to a party in sexy clothes and
she ended up staying longer than
planned, her boyfriend got drunk and passed out
and had to walk home alone. She wasn't
afraid because it was a small town and she lived
only a few blocks away around the corner of 4th & 16th.
As she walked along passing "McDonalds"
Mary asked God to keep her safe from
harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short
cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she
noticed a man standing at the end as though he
were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking
for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
and security wrapped round her, she felt as
though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she
walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper
that a young girl had been raped in the same
alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
the fact that it could have been her, she began to
weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help
this young woman, she decided to go to the
police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told
them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look
at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man
she had seen in the alley the night
before.
When the man was told he had been identified,
he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Mary for her braver and
asked if there was anything they could do
for her .
She asked if they would ask the man one
question.
Mary was curious as to why he had not
attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't alone.
She had two tall men walking on either side of
her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're
never alone. Did you know that 98% of
teenagers will not stand up for God?