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The red wound stains her perfect skin, one perfect drop. her runs of scars showing the world--she can feel pain. She feels the numbness fade, as the pain shoots through her arm.She knows its wrong, but she keeps going back for more. Stealing, wanting, needing, hoping for some escape. Waiting, begging to feel, asking if and when her God will save her. Her parents leave her on her island, never knowing her secret. Her friends worry, maybe she's in too deep. Her teachers wonder, what happend to ...

sometimes you let go of what you've been holding onto so tight. you can't help but lie and tell yourself how it will be alright. you can still feel where it sat in your hand, and you can still smile saying "footprints in the sand" but what happens when happily never comes? what happens when lonely becomes alone? what happens when forever comes too soon? what happens when the stars outshine the moon?

my light is running low, if i had any sense at all i'd kill it now but avoiding the truth has always been my strong point, why change horses in midstream? i can't blame anyone this time i wish it was my fault that i could apologize and all would be fixed or maybe it could stay broken, just dont throw it away. what am i gonna do? who am i going to turn to now? why cant i let this go? how am i gonna make it through? its true we sold our souls to make a profit its true we fought a war for our ow...

Elementary school gave us promises. Told us that we could be whatever we want. Lucy wanted to be an English teacher. Tommy to be a fire truck man. And little Willy wanted to be the swamp creature. But you and me-- we wanted to be anything but ordinary. Never settle, never die. Never let them see you cry. We said we'de make it on our own. Just like Bonnie and Clyde, But you said "we're like the Stooges", So you said I'd be Curly. Yeah you and me-- we'de be anything... anything but but ordinary...