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So, you're here and that must mean you either know me, or you want to knw something about me. I struggle with myself, I help those who need it. I'm strong, but I'm being broken down systematically, as I have been for the past three years.  My friends give me the strength I need to survive and I do the same for them, and none of us are weakened by it. I exist and as days turn into years, I'll fade from memories and eventually from the earth. I try to deal but sometimes it's too much and I cry myself to sleep, curled into a ball like the scared child that's in all of us. But to everyone that looks at me I'm one of the strongest people they know. There are three people that can see how I'm now crumbling down, shattering into a thousand peices. Those are the people I would die for without a second thought, my protective instinct destroying me over and over again for the people who don't realize what it does to me.

 

 

 

Everyone has a story, it just depends on who takes the time to learn it.
My story isn't really a happy one, but I'm still here, so it can't be that bad, can it?

 

 

R.I.P.

Constanance Elliott

Allen Korb

Cynthia Elliott

"Grandma May"

 

 

As your eyelashes flutter for the last time
I listen to the clock-bell chime.
As your last breath is drawn softly,
I realize that this is killing me.
Now I watch your life as it fades away,
and I wonder why it must be this way.
Your battle was long, gruelling and hard,
your life and health you had to guard.
Yet you bore it, yes, and held up well,
with your ready smile, a beautiful spell.
My heart caught in an emotional twister
Sleep well Lizzie, my angel, my sister.

 

The above poem is COPYRIGHT to

Aeris Silverlight and is posted on her page:

"I'll just say one thing: someone has already tried to plagiarize this poem on another site. If I had been near them in real life, they wouldn't have been conscious for long. THIS IS NOT FICTION. This is about my younger sister, Lizzie. She died on the 23rd October 2008, after a long battle with leukaemia. If you're planning to plagiarize my work, have some decency and leave this one out."

 

I asked permission to use the poem.

 

 

 

 

 

Jail Rock (the one with the blanket):

 ***Thanks, Sabrina, for this one ^

 

Shadow:

Shadow looking like an Arab: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This  is my AP family. If I forgot to add someone, let me know:


My: Devilish Apatite

allpoetry.com/Poets/Devilish%20Apatite

Cousin:

Faithful-star



My Fairy God Mother: Melodies

allpoetry.com/poets/Melodies


REAL LIFE FAMILY IS:
N3wl33Al1-Dad

Marellus Knight- younger brother

 

 


 

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if you hate cheaters liars and posers, post this on your page for a quick kill.

Screw me over and i will stick your head on a pike, and leave you for the crows to eat.



Every school has them,
they are ugly or fat.
They have scars or acne or birthmarks.
Or maybe its just something about them that doesn't fit in with the cherry-lipgloss, videohits view of how teenagers should be?...
People are mean to them
they ridicule them
they make monsters of them
people don't want to sit next to them or stand near them.

I WAS ONE OF THESE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am a Shadow Lost in the darkness, hidden in the Night. Try to find me if you dare, if you dare to reach into me and try to tame me. My anger disguised by years of patince is unwinding quickly and my thoughts turn to revenge on those who have hurt me, driving me to because another Lost Night Shadow, bound by myself to others, the three or four people who have become my life. I would undoubtingly die for them if it would make them happy, for my own life is too much to deal with. I immerse myself in their problems and they mine and it's not how we live, it's how we survive.

 

 

How I survive amidst the cruelty the world has delt me.

 

We will survive with each others help. And we alone know who we are because we all have the same problems, passing through them at different times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 6:  I have 397 days until my freedom is here.

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    Awwwwwwww. Ur sister dide im sorry. Hugggles!My sister died when she was a baby.It was so sad. I miss her.*tears fall*
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    I love horse as well. I never had a chance to own my own horse though. I have ridden horses since I was 12 years old until 16. I was in a horse program and it was a lot of fun. Me and the horse I rode with won first place on the newspaper. Then we went on tv as well. I really miss the horses and yeah. Shadow is a very pretty horse. but I do have a horse game ^^
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