Sitting in the sand, a little girl builds her...
Piles of sand create her masterpiece, a sand...
Dear God,
I'm not the praying kind...
Dying From Cancer: part I
Dear Unspoken Diary...
Every time I think of him
My soul is slowly being tortured...
Lurking in the cold
Sits a man without a home...
These memories haunt me
Each day and each night...
Wishing to be thinner
she decides not to eat...
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Untamed, I am out of control;
Spitting spite at all my friends...
Dear Santa,
This year...
I am going to try to shut you out
Won't even mention your name...
Is it because of the fact
That we have two ears...