Burned.Something that has always made me scratch my head was fire. It looked so unreal, almost fake…it just smoldered there sparks flying everywhere. It seemed like the flame would never die out, it kept on fighting the wind trying to put it out, it kept fighting…until it gave up.Burned.
I have this scar on my arm, it will never go away, and no matter how many ice cubes I placed on the mark…It never vanished. I would have to live with the mark forever…so I could never forget how I got it.
It was around the same time when my mother was becoming crueler. And the pain was becoming more and more intolerable. I was
StairsThere was a time when the anguish and contempt in my mother’s eyes expressed such hatred that it was impossible to believe she was human, and not some animal staring at its prey. And things got out of control. It wasn’t the occasional slap across the face, the kick in the stomach, or not giving me dinner…it was a thousand times worse.Stairs
I remember this one time when she had come home from her job; I was around twelve. She carefully and robotically placed her work jacket on the coat hanger and neatly threw her shoes into the closet. She seemed normal…for once. Her dark brown eyes gazed across the stairs and glowe
One out of FiveHomeless. Thieves, liars, rats, destitute, and dispossessed. There were so many other words to describe us some I’d rather not say. Every day they would go by us staring at us with their beady eyes and snarl, like we were animals in a zoo. We aren’t that uncommon, about 55% of the world’s population is like us. People don’t have to treat us like we’re some exotic animals from Botswana.One out of Five
Every day it’s the same thing. Carson tells what to do, how to do it, and whom to do it to. He’s like the ring leader in our Circus. He’s been here the longest, since he was twelve. His mom was an alcoholic,
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"in my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby, i lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me."
-evanescence imaginary
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"in my field of paper flowers, and candy clouds of lullaby, i lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me."
-evanescence imaginary
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