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What do wewe want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do wewe expect to happen?
As wewe kick me down
As wewe rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do wewe want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I alisema I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The upendo wewe showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your upendo was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you

Why Me!?!?!?!?

Why did wewe choose me?
When there were others zaidi accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?

How could wewe do it?
When I begged for wewe to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?

Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?

This unending cycle
Was all wewe ever knew
Is all you'll ever have

'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat

wewe may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...

Was it all worth it?
posted by StarsGoBlue
God's Lost Child 
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War 

"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed  through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest. 
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him zaidi shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a salama distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth.  After a bit of sighing...
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In this series of guides, I'll be inaonyesha wewe the best techniques for uandishi your story. These are tried-and-true techniques, and they work.
First up: characters. Every story has characters. We all know that. But what wewe may not realize is that some portions of a character need not be mentioned. Why spend three pages on your character's dimples if they have nothing to do with the plot? In order to keep your readers hooked, wewe have to yourself to things that are involved with the plot.
Before wewe decide on a plot, wewe should get to know each of your characters. After all, you're telling...
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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired kwa some maoni about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite...
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posted by shenelopefan
La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque...
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posted by alejpatv
    The light of the moto faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister salama and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my moyo still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
    On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full...
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The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, picha and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, au thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To onyesha how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
If wewe mates like it, comment, I'll make zaidi if anyone notices it =3

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''Oi, wewe guys! What are wewe doin'?!'' screamed a brown haired boy from the street.
''Mind your own business and go back under your momma's skirt, au you'll get some too!'' replied the tallest boy on playground, probably the leader of the rest 4 boys.
5 of them were teasing one small boy, taking away from him candies and ruining his game on playground. The brown haired boy frowned with his black eyes and started walking towards them.
''You scum really have guts! 5 tall mbwa on 1 small...
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posted by dragonsmemory
The Eden Chronicles is the ndoto series I am currently working on. As the series is in progress, I decided to add a club here, allowing you, Reader, to tell me your thoughts.
In uandishi the series, I decided to document the entire history of Eden. I called this place Eden because it is where the spirits of dead wanyama and plants are taken. No humanspirit has ever been pure enough to come here. Eden is a true paradise.
The first book, A Little Bit zaidi Than Love, takes place toward the end of Eden's history. Later in the series, I hope to explain the past. Once I get caught up, I will then...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 3: Here It Goes Again.
Roxana woke up one night to hear a loud howl outside her window, she slided herself out of kitanda with her covers wrapped around her, she walked toward the window and saw a somewhat a large white mbwa mwitu outside, watching her then it turned its head to hear other Mbwa mwitu loups howling, the white mbwa mwitu runs off to follow the howl, Roxana felt like she knew that mbwa mwitu for a long time, Roxana walked back to her kitanda and lies down, but she couldn't sleep, she kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep, she sat up, grab her wallet and pull out a picha of a beautiful, pale-skinned,...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 1: Don't Change Me.
A young and beautiful succubus named Roxana opened her green eyes as she sees the sun flooded her dark room with lights from her windows, she sat up in her twin bed, the mattress was tan and her covers were chokoleti brown color, she pulled herself out of the kitanda and throws on her black tank top, then she slipped on her jeans on her long and beautiful legs, Roxana then walked in her bathroom and brushed her long red hair slowly as she stares at herself in the mirrior, she put her brush on the sink and walked outside, as she walks, she turns around as she feels like...
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We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but zaidi importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have...
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posted by DarrenGruch
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.

4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the siku my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some siku I hope his moyo gives out and he dies in jail.

Does any one feel the same?
posted by noahnstar1616
"Are okay, V?" Francine was checking me for bruises.

"I'm fine."

"We're so telling the principal." Zoey grabbed my arm.

"No, it's okay. She didn't hurt me." I rubbed my arm where Mercury dug her nails in. She didn't leave permanent marks.

"What happened?" They both waited for my response.

I told them how Mercury knew that I felt something when Cameron was visiting me in the hospital. How she knew I was trying to get him back. How I saw her eyes glowing red, like a sea witch's eyes when angry.

"You know what this means, right?" Francine and I waited for Zoey's answer. "That Mercury is the sea witch...
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Jed was a part of the Rebellion against the Syndicate of Alien Beings (S.A.B.). au like most enslaved races call them, the Monsters. In 2067, S.A.B arrived on Earth in tafuta of fuel sources for their machines, not expecting to find a whole planet that has been living for centuries unconquered. Caught unexpected, the S.A.B. slowly amassed their forces, while countries all across world united. North Korea, Russia, China, all those countries that were on the opposing sides during all the wars, united alongside all the other countries. With the whole world united, the U.W.O. (United World Order)formed...
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posted by DxCFan123
"Oh, hujambo Sam!" I alisema as I found her in the hall while going to lunch. "How are you? wewe seem upset. Something wrong?" I said. The edges of my skirt, upindo floated up as I walked. Marie's jewelery jingled along my neck, ears, wrists and fingers. It really hurt to get my ears pierced, but the earrings are so beautiful!

"Nothing's wrong" she murmured and pulled her arms closer to her chest. She looked away from me, at the floor. "Ah, come on! Something's gotta be wrong! Trust me! I know! One time, my cousin, Valeria, accidently fell off her carriage and twisted her ankle. But, still, she told us she...
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posted by noahnstar1616
My moyo rate increased, causing my moyo monitor to start beeping erratically. Not at the sight of Cameron, but at the sight of Mercury.

Cameron must've noticed because he ran up to me and said, "Vanessa, calm down."

I kept my eyes on Mercury. "What's she doing here?"

"You should be greatful that I came to see you", Mercury said.

"Mercury..." Cameron turned to face me. "She drove me here."

"After he hit you, the police too his car away", Mercury said, grabbing my televisheni vision remote and changing the channel.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry about the television, Vanessa." Cameron sat down on the kitanda chair...
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posted by problematic124
**Thanks for the maoni and please don't copy**
Chapter 4
Light bills
It was a few days after the brownie incident, thankfully nobody knew who dropped the brownie but since it was on the floor the snack room was on lockdown for a few days.Today was the last siku and people were jumping down in anticipation.
And I became one of the group when I was informed of a pizza/popcorn party I was invited to.
"It's on Friday night after school bring lots of Candy and sinema and prepare for the worst" Tweety informed me
"The worst?"
"The weathermen say it might rain and maybe with thunder and lightning we might...
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posted by dexisawesome
Jed was running. Running from a dark figure a few feet behind. "You will never escape!", the dark figure from behind yelled. "yes I will", he thought. He ran and ran, until he reached the dark grey building in the middle of the field. He ran inside and slammed the iron door shut. A few bangs came from the other side, but they subsided quickly. He ran down the hidden staircase that was under a crate in the small shack. He reached the bottom, and passed through the small passageway until he came to another door. He opened and entered the dimly lit room. Five other people were sitting around some...
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"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She alisema the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any zaidi frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey wewe guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
Hi mashabiki of Writing! I bet we all experienced Writer's Block before, heck, all writers must have. It's frustrating isn't it? So I devised 5 steps to get rid of it and get rid of it fast. If it doesn't work, devise your own plan, but here's mine.
P.S. If wewe don't know what Writer's Block is au if wewe haven't experienced it yet, I'm not giving an explanation so find out what it's like first!

Step 1: Don't Panic
-Panicking au fussing over your running out of inspiration will just make things worse and definitly lead straight to mind blank mode. So just relax and do something else other than writing....
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