New stuff as soon as possibly possible.
Other than that life sucks. End of story.
The end.


Run from itShe runs throught the rain, her tear-stained cheeks flushed red the bruise on her face throbbing in pain.Run from it
She finally reaches the house of her best friend only to realize she's not home in her time of need..
She kindly asks if she can stay there for the night anyway just to get away from the phisical abuse. She's in luck.
The phone then rings. Her grandmother is worried looking for her..
Later, the flashing blue and red lights shine through the windows of the house and she's taken back to the place she's forced to call home.
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I QuitIm so tired of being hurt Sick of the tears It seems like im the only one Like I am alone on My little island of pain And I feel like I have cracked I keep, keep hearing these sounds Yet, no one else hears Maybe im going crazy Maybe im slowly killing myself With these Unhealthy habits of mine Unhealthy, yet soothing And no, this isnt a suicide letter For this kind of misery doesnt come Its merely The fact that these noises They continue to come Yet Im alone in hearing them Yet Though as clearly and constantI Quit
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~Smile Like You Mean It~
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Blonde is not a hair color.. It's an IQ level. (:
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Blonde is not a hair color.. It's an IQ level. (:
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Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
-Mae West
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