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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Home is Hell 2

    Home is Hell 2 It’s been two days since the last time i was alone. I've had peace and everything been right with the world. But the day is coming soon when my joy will completely ripped from my soul, the day when i finally know the reason behind my consent abuse. I have my own room and I’m not...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Home in Hell

    Home in Hell I hate to be alone because i feel them around me. I hate to be alone because i hear there devil like voice. I hate to be alone because i see there figures move quickly across the wall like shadowless figures. "Mom don't leave, please im begging you" "Girl whats wrong with you...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Story About Grandmother

    Story About Grandmother Hi!my name is liandra,I'm 6 years old and I live in Los angeles,california my grandmother would be home soon from chicago.She would be home tomorrow for my birthday and she said she had a gift to me and she said she promise to me that she would be home early that I'm...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit second chance

    second chance I was talking to my best friend and she told me something personal. Something that affected her in so many ways, and she trusted me. She asked me not to tell anybody and I fallowed that promise... but I was stupid. I was stupid because that night I wrote what she told me into a...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Backseat

    Backseat She lightly kissed him on the cheek as he slowed to a stop. “If we keep hitting these red lights, you’re not gonna be home by 12”, he said as he lightly grasped her hand. “Like I really need another reason for your parents to hate me.” “They don’t hate you,” she said with a chuckle...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Burnt Soul

    Burnt Soul Day 1 Sally: Mommy, teacher says that I am only 6 and I need food to grow. Can I have some food? Mom: No, your too fat. Go to bed. Day 2 Sally: Mommy, where's daddy? Mom: He left. Sally: Where is he? Mom: Grave yard. Sally: Why? Is he looking for my fish that ran away? Mom: No, he...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit The Kite of Her Last Breath

    The Kite of Her Last Breath Elizabeth hangs her head. She is having her daily thoughts. Most people worry about the thoughts she continuously has, but to her, they are normal. They are thoughts that no one understands. Elizabeth begins to realize that a tear is racing to her chin. Her hand...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit rest in peace

    rest in peace "iguess this is it , as i right my last words i no longer have to suffer life's cruel tourment .. dear mom , iwant you to know ialways loved you even though inever met you , mabe .. mabe someday i'll see you . you know at the place up in the sky . the place people call heaven ...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit I Never Wanted Any Of It

    I Never Wanted Any Of It i never wanted any of this. i didn't want to be raped. not any of the four times. i didn't want to cut all those times i did. i didn't want to love all the scars as they comforted me. i never wanted to be abandoned only to be moved across the country in search of some...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Lost

    Lost The scars on her heart, Deeper than those on her wrists, Bleed with pain. Her tears fall And time stands still. Too afraid to speak, She cries quietly, When no one is around To hear her hurting. The darkness surrounds her, Chilling her to the core. With no light to guide her, No path to...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Father's Day

    Father's Day My Father was born into a show business family in Sheffield on 10 January 1903. Eldest of four, three boys and a girl. His grandfather and grandmother were professional guitarists. His father was a boxer and his uncle was a well-known entertainer who during the 1930’s appeared in...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Unfaithful

    Unfaithful So many unfaithful people in this world!!! It's so sad and disappointing . It's not so hard to just have commitment with just ONE PERSON! This is seriously one of the reason our generation sucks. Just like bullying people to the point were they feel that their only way of being happy...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit My Dream is my Reality

    My Dream is my Reality Someone please wake me up, Wake me, Wake me up from this horrible dream. And show me reality. This dream is more than I can handle. Stop, Stop, Stop! Don't touch me there you are family. Long days sitting and hoping I could just die back into reality, But then I...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit I saw her she saw me

    I saw her she saw me I saw her. She saw me.We started out as strangers. We became friends. I fell for her and she fell for me. She was scared of commitment so I waited. I waited and the day never came. She said lets just be friends. Outside I smiled. Inside I cried. Few weeks gone by and I see...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Something More Important

    Something More Important A man polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the sides of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand, and hit it many times, not realizing he's using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit in an other life

    in an other life “no wait if I’m not going to see in for a long time there’s some things you should know I’ve liked you for a long time Jason and I know I have a boyfriend but kiss me” I felt so silly saying things I dint even know if Jason liked me . But he leaned in and I met him half way...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Waiting for you

    Waiting for you As I'm waiting for you You pick up your shoes Hop on one leg at a time And put them on. As we walk down the path You stop look at the sky warily Ask me if it will rain And slip your hand in mine. As the first drops drop You curse at the clouds Take my hand And run for cover...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit I Wish I Could Hold You More

    I Wish I Could Hold You More August 11, 1986, was a busy day at the Wagner household in suburban Chicago. Brett, 25m was in the backyard cutting the grass. Five-year-old Brent was "helping" his father. Blair, Brett's three-year-old daughter, and Blaine, his two-year-old son, were splashing in a...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit My last Goodbye

    My last Goodbye The room was quiet, Very quiet. All you could hear was the beeping of the machines. And the silent sounds of breathing from the stilled form in the hospital bed, centered in this terribly white room. His breaths were evened out with the help of the oxygen mask that lay upon his...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Without you

    Without you It's been a year since you've been gone But the pain of loosing you is still so strong But for you we struggle to make it through And the son you never got to meet looks and acts just like you I wish you were still here You were someone so strong and dear You were so loved that no...
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