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Story of my (Li)f(e)

This is unfinished, I just can't find more words at the moment.

Outside, Inside.

This was also written when I was thirteen.

Evil Hands

I wrote this when I was thirteen.

This feeling

It's anger.It's sadness.I can feel it, right next to my heart.When I feel it, I want to scream.Most of the time I just want to punch, kick, and throw.Instead I begin to cry.Then I punch, myself.Then I scratch, myself.With every nail going into my skin, I want to press harder.Until I break, giving up..

I can't.

Hurting. I’m hurting.I want to scream so bad.Please, help me.I can't stop.

I'm so sorry.

I thought I loved you,I really did.I want to love you,but I don't.

Dear Charlie, letter #2

I'm in another world..

Dear Charlie, letter number one.

6-25-10. <3?

Charlie's different.

Because Cheyenne told me to :P

Children can be easily confused.

I remember,When I felt safe around you.You were my security blanket.Every moment I was with you I felt as if nothing could harm me.What I did not realize was that it was the moments away from you that were hurting me the most.The moments you could have spent with me if you would have just tried.I me..

Charlie

I know exactly what i'm looking for.It kills me that i've found it.Yet it's not mine to hold.

I hope.

He'll touch my skin.I'll feel his lips.Our eyes will close.We'll touch.He'll love me for a moment.

Perfect

I don't care about being grammatically correct. If I already typed it, what's done is done.