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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
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posted by StarGirl1721
Fear is emotion,
When wewe fear,
You intend to let yourself cry,
Sometimes wewe don’t even bother to try,
You can’t seem to keep yourself serene,

You want to cry your moyo out,
You intend to shout,
Yet wewe can’t always seem to do so,
There seems to be nowhere left to hide,
You desperately want someone kwa your side,

You don’t want let people know your fears,
So wewe let them go in tears,
When you’re afraid,
You don’t want to be left alone,
You want someone there,
Someone to be there for you,
You want to be kept calm,

Sometimes we’re afraid to even fear,
You begin to hate being alone,...
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Source: My cousin made this.
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posted by lovepop
Here is my life and of course about me.
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I upendo to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.

I upendo cute clothes and flashy things.
I upendo to make friends. Online Marafiki exspecially!!!
I upendo to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank wewe for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If wewe become a shabiki of it, I'll remember to thank you!

p.s If wewe have anything in common with me, au any questions, please maoni below!
Thanx again!
If I took three showers, and washed with 15 shampoos, my hair would still be Tangled after an hour. Looi, my brother, always alisema my hair looked like I dyed it, when I didn’t. I looked down, my shoes were already on with the black shoe laces. I felt like I needed to barf. At least that’s what it felt like. Greeting hopped on the counter and stared at me. The brown cat fur, manyoya was splotched with black dots and white lines. She is a different cat, that’s why I like her. I looked back at the mirror. Well, wewe look terrible today, I thought.
    “Greeting, wewe can’t look...
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posted by coriann
Hi, I'm Carl. Okay so this is.....its really weird because. Alright there's been something on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I don't know, Selia, told me to write it down. Its big, its pretty big. So I'm a male prostitute. There was a big silver room. We were all bunched up together on tables, shiny silver tables. they used to put us on drugs and make us have sex with people. There weren't many private rooms and people didn't seem to care anymore.
We lived in the mall at the edge of the city, huge. There was this big pub on the other side of the mall. Sometimes wewe could hear what was...
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posted by problematic124
***Please don't copy***
Chapter 5
Faliski's note
Aurora decided to shed the goth for good and came to school looking normal and beautiful. kwa lunch time everybody was talking about her 'new look'. People treated her zaidi nicely and many people asked her to sit at their meza, jedwali but she told them she was going to sit with us.
Result:A lot of people are sitting at our meza, jedwali trying to win Aurora's attention.Plus with the result of them we can't talk about Friday night. The cool crew sat at our table, there mostly jerks because they think there better than all of us because there either rich, hot, or...
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posted by SPS
She looks;
Her eyes desperate & fraught
Her body defenseless & weak.
Feelings of vulnerability;
Guilt seeping through her veins.
But what can she do?
She stares.

She stares;
Oblivious to her stare, he hums
Chasing a butterfly, hops & skips;
Not a feather of a burden on his shoulders
As he goes about his carefree life.
She smiles.

She smiles;
Memories come rushing through,
As she first held him in her arms.
‘I will give wewe the world’ she promised.
She lied.
‘You will be the king of the world someday’
This time, he stared, his big blue eyes
Gleaming with innocent mischief, unaware of what fate...
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What A New Screenwriter Should Know About Screenwriting kwa Jeffrey Reddick via FilmCourage.com.
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