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So this is my first post...... Um.... I just wanna say that whoever reads this is an amazing person. Stay strong no madder what. Keep your head up and you chin down. Live life to the fullest..
Loss is the pain of us. Pain is the death of us. Death is the end of us. The end of us might end someone else. I won't let this happen. Not if I can stop it..
Dear god, Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Sincerely, Kenna Ps. I thank you for this..
Stuck in the hospital. I can't walk or talk. But I'm gonna be typing till I'm no longer here..
They've give me scars. They've cut me up. They've made me there dummy. They've killed my spirit. And crushed my hope. But they forgot one thing, I'm not giving up..
If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears. I smile through the pain, and say I don't feel it at all. I don't cry or whine or anything, I sit there smiling. And they don't think a thing of it.
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Those of us who die young, die hard. We put up a fight and don't back down. I won't give up until I have no other option. I wouldn't let it end unless I'm ready..
My life has been fun but it's ending. Its ending too soon some say, but how Do they know. I know that my purpose on earth was to inspire you guys. Hope I've done that.
Turns out the doctors where wrong. I have one week left not two..
They say the pain will leave me soon. But I'm scared that with the pain my life will leave me too. They say that I won't live long but I really hope there wrong.
pain surrounds you day to day nothing helps it go away pain in muscles pain in joints pain so bad in trigger points. pain that comes and pain that goes pain that keeps you on your toes.
Hello, Opuss people. My daughter had asked me to tell you to thrive on. To never give up. And she'll post more when her hands let her. She also says thank you for your support.
Two weeks left. Let's hope there wrong and I have a few months..
Not everyone can live the way you do. Not everyone is as healthy as you. But if I was I wouldn't be throwing it away on drugs and cigarets and alcohol. I wouldn't do any of those things.
If you bully me then your no better than the rest. No better than the ones who bully you. Why make me feel the way you do. Why make me feel like nothing, when you have everything.
We chatted all through out class, exchanged numbers and figured out we had all the same classes. When homeroom ended me head off towards algebra, not bothering to listen to the teacher in here either.
Jake was a tall guy, at least 5'11. He had blonde hair with green tips and an eyebrow piercing. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans with 10 billion chains hanging off of them.
I bolt up right in bed, and slam my hand down on the alarm clock. " did you break that one too?" my roommate, Ella asked. " no it just won't beep ever again" I said getting out of bed and stretching.
As some call me, I am the green haired, lip pierced, black wearing, emo girl who's parents died in an accident 10 years ago.
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"How can someone wear pink to heavy metal night?" he replies calmly. The girl groans and slaps her forehead.
The girl shakes her head, a golden tendril escaping from her perfect bun. She sighs again. This day just keeps getting better and better.
But the boy just shrugs, chewing on his silver lip ring. Her eyes go to it immediately and she feels an unfamiliar flutter in the pit of her stomach.
"It was a dare," the girl says finally. "I got--" "Hold on a sec," the boy interrupts, smacking a bill down on the bar. He holds out a hand, wiggling his fingers at her .
A girl on a bar stool fidgets with her fussy pink skirt, wishing she hadn't given in and picked dare. The music--or noise, rather--was giving her a headache.
“As will I to you” he said hugging her back. “I will always fight for you, Annabeth” Deandre said taking her hand.
Annabeth picked up the cup and went to one of the wells nearby. When she came back the prince hadn’t moved but had opened his eyes and been watching her.
When she stopped crying she hugged the prince back. Only then did Annabeth stand up and began to work her way through the people again. The prince stayed beside her for the whole thing.
When she arrived at the first house she hopped down and ran into the center of the massacre. The raiders had injured countless people and burnt up countless buildings.
When she looked around she saw their mothers conversing with the guards they would be riding with, everyone sliding into their saddles, and then she saw the prince watching her with a curious...
“I’m sure between the three of us we can rustle up some patterns and sow some more clothes and- and we” the prince interrupted her then.
“Now we only have to deal with transportation.
Annabeth dropped ever so gracefully to the floor and put her head into her hands. She barely recognized that the prince had knelt next her and had his hand on her back.
She moved quickly, grabbing the saddle and pulling herself on the horse extremely gracefully. “Good evening to you, Prince.
She found her horse immediately. She was only five feet from it too before the prince’s hand closed around her wrist.
I was crying because everyone in that stupid ballroom saw me trip on my ridiculously long gown and fall onto the server who was holding a dozen glasses of red wine, which as you can obviously see,...
But alas the voices came once again, but they were yelling after her. She shot a concerned look at Connor but he was gone. He had hidden behind the statue in the center of the garden.
He was the only one who knew. The only one who could understand. He could relate. This was the boy she had grown up with.
She descended the stairs as quickly as she could without falling over her dress. Why had she chosen her heaviest dress to wear to that stupid ball.
“For what?” She stared deeply into his eyes. He held her gaze, reciprocating the intensity. “For giving me a reason to live again. For saving me from falling.” “Anytime. Thank you, too.
Even though he broke your heart, you just keep going. I like that. I think… I think I may even love that.” His eyes gleamed with a passion long suppressed.
“Why are you crying?” she asked softly, voice cracking. The boy considered the question for a second.
The tears poured off her eyelids; slid down her cheeks; fell to the floor. Slowly she sank to the ground, trembling slightly. Her breath came in deep sobs, wracking her chest.
Even though my chest is pounding and I can feel the blood rushing to my head. So I say them. Those three little words that have been in my mind ever since the day I met you.
I want to get mad at you for giving up so soon, but I can’t. I want to—your head suddenly turns in my direction as if you heard what I was thinking.
Things aren’t going your way again. You’re tired of your wheelchair, you say, and you want the brand new model that you saw on TV last night.
You like frilly and fuzzy stuff, although you don’t want to admit it. You’re filthy rich. You’re a spoiled brat. You scrunch up your nose—in a cute way—whenever it itches.
These were the five words your pretty little mouth would utter every time you wanted something very badly. I didn’t know that when I first met you.
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