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About Me Premium Member Emotional Poet Samantha Rodgers16/Female/United States

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Simply ImpairedAt the gate he smile. The vines are their greenist this year, weaving in and out of the bars. His hair was slightly untamed, something Katie would have to live with out. His sneakers shuffle to make the grand exit. "I knew it would get out of hand", she whispered under her breath. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life, "The last person to leave her standing alone. "

"Katie! Turn the damn music down!" The grizzly man in lumber jack clothes sat back down into the beer stained recliner. "You're just like your fucking mother!" Katies room is dim and tarnished. Chipping flowers from the walls remind her Simply Impaired
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Excuse me?Her intentions were clear "Nothing but the summer." His response was foolish, "As if you will have enough of me by then." But Hannah never planned on buying maternity clothes with Brendon walking closely behind.

Hannah Macintosh sat in the very back of Mr. Ethen's sophmore math class. Desks were clear, and final exams faced down on the large table. "Well kids, that's it!" An exclamation filled the class, summer only 3 days away screamed for the escape. "What are your plans for this summer, Hannah?" asked Richard Mannings. "Well, DICK." a group of girls giggled and laughed at the intended nickname. Hannah twirled her hair a Excuse me?
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Mother Dearest

Why do you cry yourself to sleep at night? Do you cry for all you've lost? Are you crying for all you've done? Do you cry for all you left unspoken? You keep holding on to your words You clutch in the middle of the night To the last streams of my scent Hanging in the air, Tell me do you now sense my pain as well? Reluctantly still, in your room Bouncing off the walls Those silent beatings So you may one day see All that has happened with me
All in all, I was only praying for your good For maybe if you had the help you needed From me or those

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Scarlett's Tears RemakeOn a rushed February Morning, Scarlett opened her cracked window to reveal the November's wind. The dead trees raptured her attention when the branches rustled in the morning. On foot went over the ivory painted windowsill, then the other. The old two story house was no match for Scarlett's fear tolerance as she stood at the edge of the roof. Her tattered pants mad a scraping sound as she dangled her quiet feet off the edge. She checked her ankle for the bracelet she never took off. It reminded her of how it used to be, how she used to have a mother.
&n Scarlett's Tears Remake
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our false beliefThis rushing belief, Couldn't be anymore useless. Thank you for the relief, Of being relentless.
You could be as harsh as the coral reef, but beautiful? Yes But you were just a clever thief. But this is all I mus' confess.
I will make this oh so brief, There IS no more us. Let me and you share our false belief, that just leads to this stress our false belief
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The Most peculiar waysThese winter lights set off your eyes in the most peculiar ways. That tear escaping your heart,
just sets off the winter tone of our love. Your breath across the air reminds me of the years passed.
I never meant for things to change but they did. You are the most beautiful thing in my view. I won't forget that smile when you turned, when you left me in the snow.
I won't forget how when we touch,
                           I just The Most peculiar ways
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Slithers.I feel like broken glass, Tiny bits spread across the floor.
How will I ever be put back together?
But all you can notice is the slithers I leave for you.
Just an unsighly pain with no consequences.
I feel like broken glass, Tiny bits spread across the floor.
Their is no repair, just a mess.
A chore to all of those involved.
I feel like broken glass, layed across the floor for you to see, for you to feel. For you to hear me, as I shatter.
But here I am leaving slithers for all those who try. Slithers.
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butterfly bruisesThat epic failure that won't let go, is strangeling me.
Her hands are reaching from a far, but the bruises are fresh.
Too long have I been in this postion, too long.
It's been years, Those words she screams feels like fresh cuts across my skin.
Too long have I let that go, too long.
If you just say those words, I can feel the all to familar feeling.
Too long have I admitted to it, Too long I have been fighting against it.
A relapse isn't so bad, no with these words leaving fresh cuts; and her hands l butterfly bruises
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Railway to a young girlToday I saw that railroad and all I could feel was the rage behind the train. I wish I could have been a train instead of this insecure body. I want to work on it, but it just seems so impossible.
That train keeps on moving no matter what's in the way. I take stops along my journey.
There are ugly trains and then the're are beautiful trains, filled with marks from its past. Isnt that what I am?
I cant keep running though, I cant stop from crashing and burning. I cant retain my speed when everything around me is crashing down.
This train isn't a train Railway to a young girl
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Halloween's Jesus.
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October's song
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I am Saving these WorriesThis October is growing old. But I fear that it will end.
It will end before my heart stops beating. What shall I accomplish before then
The only thing since in my lonely tears falling off this dim light.
I am scared to cry in the dark. Eventually I sleep from exhuastion, but when I awake in the dark. I am more lonley then ever.
The lamp is my beacon, my savior. Its watching me, frowning upon my tears. It is its light that stops my tears, in fear that I will let it down. Let myself down.
The light isnt lonely, the dark is just deco I am Saving these Worries
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Kitchen Nightmare
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Journal History

Oct 26, 2009 its officially the 300th day of 2009.
Oct 24, 2009 YES@! 3000
Oct 24, 2009 Won't you come with me
Oct 3, 2009 Devious Journal Entry
Aug 3, 2009 WARPED TOUR CHI-TOWN 2009
Jul 17, 2009 Teenage hearts
Jun 30, 2009 Blue life notepad trashed.
Jun 22, 2009 there she goes. The plane is ready for take off
Jun 14, 2009 2 in one. wont anyone listen hahaha No.
Jun 8, 2009 Fill this out ^-^ it's fun
Jun 8, 2009 anything tagged?
May 30, 2009 Soundtrack to Your Life...
Apr 3, 2009 okay heres the deal on here.
Mar 18, 2009 Okat Scarlett's Tears theory
Mar 15, 2009 It sounded Indiscriminate. (random)
Mar 12, 2009 sick now better!!
Feb 27, 2009 Poem Extraganza!
Jul 26, 2009 Books I have read Starting 2009
Jan 22, 2009 I Heart You, You Haunt Me By: Lisa Schroeder
Jan 21, 2009 Forever By Judy Blume

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