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Ink: 12/16/08
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A place for me to write. Tuesday, December 16, 2008. There's No Name to a Tragedy. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Theres No Name to a Tragedy. Tiny bit of truth. View my complete profile.
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Ink: 07/10/08
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A place for me to write. Thursday, July 10, 2008. Why does no one say "bye" or "goodbye" at the end of phone calls anymore? They just hand up when they feel the conversation is over, while i'm left speaking to no one. did i miss something? I hate it when they don't speak during the conversation too, I don't know if they hang up already or what. I'm left to wait on the phone like an idiot until I ask "hello? I hate it when they ask me who I want to be. Can't I just be me? Can't I just live in the present?
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Ink: Teenage Today
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A place for me to write. Tuesday, July 22, 2008. I might be pregnant," she mumbled over the phone. Oh shit," I said without thinking. Her parents found out. They told my parents. My parents freaked out. They were yelling so loud that I thought one of the neighbors would call the cops on us. But there were no sirens, only yelling. I called her again. What do you want to do? There was a pause. I want to keep it," she said. You got me. I thought it actually happened to you. It was so vivid! Tiny bit of truth.
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Ink: 04/17/08
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A place for me to write. Thursday, April 17, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tiny bit of truth. View my complete profile.
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Ink: 04/13/08
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A place for me to write. Sunday, April 13, 2008. I'm glad she's dead. She was no mother. I don't even know my father. All I know are the scars he left me, the blood he stole from me with a his pocketknife. Yeah, I'll admit it. I'll even say it with pride. I killed her. Are you surprised? Guess you can't answer huh? I didn't think so. I guess I'll see you later, oh wait, no I won't. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tiny bit of truth. View my complete profile.
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Ink: 11/23/08
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A place for me to write. Sunday, November 23, 2008. He dialed 9-1-1 on his cell phone. You could hear the air in the background. 911 what's your emergency? If I died, would you miss me? He hung up. He called the police. Before the receptionist could speak. I'm about to jump.". He cut her off. Closed his cell phone. Stared it down. Thought of her. He dialed the house number. Hang on a minute, I'll go get her.". He heard her cover the phone and call "Emily! But he didn't wait for her. I loved you.". He did...
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Ink: 05/28/08
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A place for me to write. Wednesday, May 28, 2008. The Problems With Inspiration: What To Do? No one realizes inspiration, the struggle to get it, the indecisiveness when you get it, what to do with it. Do you know how hard it is? You're falling asleep, but inspiration comes to you, and you're wide awake, pounding away on the keyboard, rushing to get it on the screen before it fades. Or how about when you're trying to get your work done, and guess what comes? Why would you do these things you ask?
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Ink: 11/18/08
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A place for me to write. Tuesday, November 18, 2008. He held her in his arms. She was homeless. She was bleeding. She was dying. She painted the sidewalk a dark shade of red. He called for help. He tasted his tears. He cried for help. Somebody. Anybody. She died in his arms, and all he could do was cry for her. They just walked by. Some turned to look. Some even said something. But they all walked away. No one wants to be a hero. The sirens never came. Yet all they can do is watch! Author's note: Read so...
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Ink: Future
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A place for me to write. Thursday, July 10, 2008. I hate it when they ask me who I want to be. Can't I just be me? Can't I just live in the present? Why does it always have to be about what I will do? Why can't it be about what I am doing? Is the future so damn important that it takes priority over the present? And what will they do when their plans crumble? When everything just falls apart, can they deal with the pain? July 10, 2008 at 9:48 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tiny bit of truth.
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Ink: There's No Name to a Tragedy
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A place for me to write. Tuesday, December 16, 2008. There's No Name to a Tragedy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Theres No Name to a Tragedy. Tiny bit of truth. View my complete profile.
