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But I just can't stay away. So an update, for anyone who cares, as usual: 1 I'm not taking anti-depressants anymore. I bet none of you knew I was taking them in the first place. They were giving me horrible side effects like increasing my panic attacks (I was in a ball on my bed for 30 minutes,
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Inspire me. Make me feel something other than headaches, chestaches, and backaches. 1 2 Make me want to stay on these anti-depressants. 3 4 Ideas? 5by And Hyetal on Nov 22 8:48 PM, 100 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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I don't. 1 2 And I haven't logged on in a while anyways. 3 4 I feel bad, sick, tired, sad, and out-of-breath. 5 6 ~Cassie-la.by And Hyetal on Nov 5 8:32 PM, 100 words. → 6 comments, Add one?
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So I feel like a rant. Yes I'll get my contests judged soon. Just blah blah in my brain right now. Anyways. 1 There will be a hefty reward if someone can help me find my muse. Purdy please? I want to write a book on the end of the world. For reals. Anyone have any good
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If I think of more things (which I probably will), I'll publish them as a sequel. Help me think of things I'd want to do! 1 1. Go to New York and find the Cash Cab. Absolutely number one priority here. 2. Go to the beach and actually like it. 3. Live on a farm. Raise chickens again. 4. Go toby And Hyetal on Aug 8 12:39 PM, 400 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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I found a book in my room that I bought a month ago called Betwixt by Tara Bray Smith. I'm currently reading it, and it's really good. It's about magic and fairies and whatnot, but not in the cliche sort of way. I think it's awesome. 1 After I'm done reading Bextwixt , I have two other book
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I know it doesn't seem like it. I say I'm going to read my favorites more often, but I just disappear again. My muse is quieter, but she's thinking. More insightful, I suppose. 1 I'm going through my groups and favorites and clearing them out. Whoever I don't read or talk to anymore, I'm
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On Monday, I'm going to be going to Atlanta, Georgia with my parents and I won't be logging in for four days. So don't think I'm ignoring you again. My dad's getting IB training because the middle school he works at is going to become an IB middle school. I suppose it's an honor to be chosen as an IB teacher (andby And Hyetal on Jun 13 9:56 AM, 200 words. → 7 comments, Add one?
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Especially when you're considering there are only three more days left of my junior year of high school. Oh my god, I'm going to be a senior. And then I'm out. No more torture. Maybe I'll have more time to sit down and actually focus on poetry. Maybe I'll be able to feel more. This summer, I am going to think.
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Not literally. But guess where I've been the past forever? Doing homework! Studying! Taking ACT tests! Going to review sessions! I haven't been able to get anything done. Damn, and my band director gave us the hardest music she could find and desperately needs us to practic
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When he kisses me, I can feel it. It's like a secret obsession I have. Could it be I haven't done this for almost a year? Or is it because he is more like me than I could have imagined? Is it coincidence that he is only three days older than me? An only child, too? And these are only the physical things. He is
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I don't like how, when I used to be with you, I was somebody. Maybe a fake because I was so into you, but I was somebody. Not some fake plastic doll that you have to carry to bed every night because it won't go on it's own. I've had too much time: too much time to sit here and write my poetry. And although that's
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I feel like groveling at your feet. Groveling. You don't know how addicting you are, your gingerbread hugs; you don't know what it would be like to lick your icing. Gross. Scratch that. My body was made to want you. It was made to hold, to please, to curl up beside... It was made to find wa
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There is an in-between; there is a place where the black and the light make grey and the suffocation is not quite complete. I can feel me glitter around the neck and the hands, where each band ties me off from myself. Sometimes I feel like a masochist waiting for the next throe and a bloody kiss is the answer to my
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It's always hard to stand up to your own feelings. When it gets through an emotion's nucleus that it needs to show its colors, then it will. And you can't fight nature. I've raised an army of sticks and stones against these neural connections. But I don't have the heart to call them to attack. Because I have no
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