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Saved By The BellI looked up from my book.
My reading group was still talking about him.
I sighed loudly and closed my book.
"We have stuff to do." I said.
Honestly, i wouldn't mind talking about him...
"Fine." My friend said reading the questions aloud.
I found myself spacing out and staring at... him
I snapped back quickly looking down at the desk.
My friend half smiled, clearly noticing.
I blushed and started scribbling down the answers.
"Omg he's so cute!" One girl in my group laughed.
I jumped up and stormed to another desk slamming my stuff down.
My group looked confused and soon proceeded to talk about him.
i can't fall for him, he's a douche bag!
Soon the bell rang and i ran out of the class , thankfully alive.
Crying AngelYou say your addiction is written in stone,
I was told i can't tell a single soul,
You said it hurt too hard,
I told you to stop...
You think everything is falling apart,
Don't drop your own heart,
I won't give up on you.
Stop hurting yourself,
It will be okay,
Smile and laugh,
Act like yourself,
Keep your head up,
Don't let yourself fall again,
The deeper you get,
The harder it is to get out...
With Out YouCall me crazy,
Call me what you want,
Call me lazy,
Just know i never give up,
I am with out you,
I am strong enough,
Are you here with me,
Is this just a rush?
Tell are you coming soon?
Knock on the door and i'm leaving you.
Is this what you wanted?
I don't care,
You come near here,
I'll tell you what i think.
You don't have to be strong,
You don't have to give up,
This is nothing at all,
This is everything at once.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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