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the leaves were rustling under the wolf's paws
his yellow flecked eyes blinked at me, taking every part of me in consideration,
then after a long study he turned and walked away...
whats there to write? a vase.. why is it calleda vase? who invented it?
what's the meaning of calling the object 'vase' ?
what if the guy held up a donut and called it a vase?
"Jerk!" i screamed, as i threw the vase at luke's grinning face,
smashing into tiny pieces bits of clay and blood everywhere.
maybe i was crazy? or maybe heartless? nah, he deserved it..
i kicked him in the nuts, him still ripping my shirt off, then in stormed
philip, smashing a photo frame over his head, which happened to be the one
luke took of us, with the cursed vase..
i took the last flower out of the vase, the vase that YOU gave me.
all the flowers were gone, along with my happiness..
it was just an empty vase, as empty as my heart
im horny today...
thats my remark..
he he im waiting for to be sixty seconds..
my spine tingled as he approached me, i could tell he was bad news..
my secret would be discovered, and the embarrassment always with me.
he blurted it out, the last sentence stabbing me in my chest.
the thing that hurt the most was not the uncovered secret,
but i thought he was my friend, i kept all his secrets so why do this to me?
why yell at me, why hurt me?
why?
she stood on the tracks, her hands curled in fists.
The chilly breeze whippped her long black hair against her rosy cheeks.
she took a final breath, the scent of pine filling her thoughts,
as the bullet like train sped up, soon taking her with it.
She remembered the first time she met him, when he called her
'mustang girl'. then she remembered why she was standing on these tracks,
waiting for the train to come, where he would be sitting on it, cluelessly.
Pang. she was gone, in heaven with the mustangs
she stepped off the platform and onto the train, and looked back at sam, as he chased after her, his brown eyes brimming with tears..
tears of sorrow tears of pain, she took her seat, holding back the tears, and the train started rattling off on its tracks, as she looked out the window and sam, sam sprinting next to the train at her window.
was she hallucinating? no
this horrid pain was real
i tookm a train today, and thats how my story starts...
i cant remember when,
i cant remember where..
all i can rember is i enjoyed it then
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