To My Friends ( Read more... )

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one ( Read more... )

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Nicknames: Ricca… unless if you dare to call me anything else besides that or Erica ( Read more... )

Life goes on, day by day. And each day I grow more weary of the path I walk. Walking, walking, never ending. I slowly trod along. My heart is far away, and they just can't seem to leave me alone. Day by day, I grow more tired. Tired of this life. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, a hope for the future. Alas, it is clouded by doubt. Day by ( Read more... )

Silent tears
Slip down my face
Staining my cheeks
Running into my mouth
Breaths come, breaths go
A deep sigh
No one is aware
How much this is killing me
Killing my soul
Torn, ripped, tattered
Will I ever be the same?
World shattered
Nothing matters
Just what was
What is left
Silent tears
Slip down my face

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Well, this IS revenge.....

A tear shines on her cheek ( Read more... )

As the covers fall away, I am left standing here ( Read more... )

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