it's all a game
until the broken glass
sh
a
tters
(it's everywhere and all i can see is white)
it can be found in light pink jacket pockets, all signs of traumatized innocence
(don't tell her, please)
bones are bruised the darkest shade of purple, albeit unbroken,
but the car will never be the same
for so many reasons
just sitting upstairs, covered in blankets {& nothing else}
i realize i'm growing up &
i thought i was going to miss it but i'm having so much fun
just a common problem because we're all ROCKETING through life
i don't know any better even though i thought i was winning the game
don't interrupt my train of thought but i know you will because it's all just
flowing out of your mouth,
unchecked words that will scar my future, taint my present, and make mockery of my past
you will never truly understand why i hate so deeply (it's personal)
because
you are what i hate & you'll never care why
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Written April 16th, 2006
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Great job with this piece here... it's really emotional and I liked it a lot. You made me feel those emotions you tried to portray. I liked how you used lines to seperate 'shatters' I thought that was very clever. Good job and thanks for entering my contest.
Jen -
wow... This is awesome!!! It is very deep!!! YOu did a great job on this!!! Keep up the great work!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Hugs,
Beth
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