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Hello my name is jess and I'm going to tell you a incredible story about me my family and a cat called Gary. I was born on 11,10,1999 in a little town called hoop village England.
In the churchyard by my home To my mother's grave I often go. I shed my tears then carry on. She is lost. But I am strong. By her grave a lily grows. Pain and death is all it shows.
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A feeling has be weighing me down A feeling that I cannot shake You should be someone I want close Not someone I want to push away You brought me into the world Made it difficult at times I...
I must be a sucker for having believed you when you said that you still loved her.
I had a dream. A very vivid dream. Where nothing at all. Was quite as it seemed. I was driving along. in my usual black car. On a local country road. But not very far. The kids were in the back.
I opened my eyes to the smell of fresh curry, being tossed about in a skillet along with various native vegetables. I pushed my quilt off from my warmly rested body and pulled myself out of bed.
I had a dream once and it was kind of freaky..... I was in a hotel with my mum. It was dark. There were creaky wooden floorboards that only made the place look darker.
I'm in my room the music is playing, Drowning the words that my parents are saying By saying I mean yelling, It's the same every night, I keep telling myself this can't be right.
When I think back to the tangled web, It’s in my mind, all bits of thread. Like a vision, but it’s in my subconscious - it’s not real, a creation of lies and deceit - all internally sealed.
For the love of my father that was never there to take. Unconditional love Never there to make. To my father I lost, and never knew his hand to seize.
To say goodbye to a friend is like having your favourite red balloon escape from your grasp. No matter what, you know you'll have to let the pain go somehow.
The candle burns, A flickering light, It's soft, warm glow, Lighting up the night. By candlelight, I write a note, My tears stain the paper, Smudge the words I wrote.
My doll, she is a sight to see, She's such an awful mess.
4# "You were never sorry, Zara, you were never sorry for leaving me in that hellhole!" I was angry now, my brain flooded with the scarring memories of my childhood.
Aged 15, she was a runaway teen When she left, she did not understand what it would mean It seems like a lifetime ago now She doesn't even know why, all she remembers is a big row The young girl,...
I see you. I see you. I see you in my shadow past. I see you in my unknowing future. I see you in the memories that hang on the wall. I see you in my mothers courage. I see you in my sisters tears.
Our family tree, It started with you and ended with me You were the one to seal my fate I can't change it because I'm to late You were a drinker and so was your mother before You drink and I watched...
She's underneath the bed again, But not for the reason you'd think. It's not the dark or the boogie man- Her dads had a drink. He's fighting with mummy again, She can hear her tears.
Peter was a young, shy boy, With brown locks of hair, Peter had tons of toys, But he said he couldn't care.
I know you didn't mean. To hurt my mentality. I know you didn't mean. For it to effect me. I know you were having trouble. And that I was young. I know you are still in pain.
#HalloweenParty #Pumpkin My father used to love me, He said I was his world, He'd look at our fingers, Intertwined and curled.
#halloweenparty #ghost. It's was dark and quiet. As it always seems to be. When the restless spirits. Decided to be seen. It was in a room so hollow. In a house made too grand.
---Noah's P.O.V--- I picked my old dusty guitar up, that I haven't played in almost a year. I ran my fingers over the strings softly. It felt weird holding my guitar in my limp hands.