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If you're for abortion, don't talk to me.
If you're against gays, don't talk to me.
If you label people, don't talk to me.
I don't agree with abortion. End of story. Abortion doesn't make you "un" pregnant. It makes you the mother of a dead baby.
I'm all for gay rights. Who cares if someones gay, it's there life. No yours, get over it. they are who they are.
I cannot stand judgemental people at all or labels, you are who you are. No need to catagorize someone. Get to know then personally, first.

I use to be really into writing and poetry, I'm just not really inspired to write anymore, that's why I haven't been writing latley. Sorry.

  • Last seen on Nov 25 8:09 PM. Member since August 5, 2008.
  • I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 26 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Why the hell do I like him so much? I'd do about anything for him to just talk to me. And he doesn't even care.".
  • I am a 15 year old person (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm hang with friends :].
  • I have 26 comments, 12 poems, 8 stories, 3 journals

My Poetry

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  • Decemeber Breeze In Winter,
    Winter… It takes me back. Back to the days when I was happiest, far from this pain that seems to increase day after day as death creeps closer. Winter use to make me feel elated about tomorrow. But no longer does it do that a
    1 lines, November 17
  • Sleep.
    I guess I'll go back to sleep
    I guess I'll go back to sleep now
    18 lines, October 24
  • Mistakes we make are our own.
    You better turn around
    That's not a good path
    32 lines, September 15
  • Fear is the hardest part of loving you.
    Fear?
    What is Fear?
    58 lines, 1 comment, August 30

My Stories

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My journal entries

  • ​​WatchOutForTheGiants,They'reWatchingYouFromTheMoutainTops.
    I use to want to close my eyes and hope they wouldn't ever open up again. I just wanted to vanish, disappear into a dream. I use to wonder what was the true meaning of life. What was the point in living, if you where going to die anyways? I still can't answer that question, but every now and then I look foward to the
    March 6, In Diary.  600 words. → Make first comment?
  • Blahhhh;
    I kinda feel that no one cares about me anymore. On here and in real life. Whatever.
    February 24, → 1 comment, Add one?
  • One more week;
    I'm not sure if anyone noticed or not but I have been away from storywrite more than I use too. I use to be on everyday but a lot has been happening lately. Ima post up a new story when I'm ungrounded.
    February 15, → Make first comment?

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