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I screamed and I shouted. Crying for them to take it out. Blood spilt everywhere and I felt sick. "Oh my, God, just tae it out!" I bellowed. The pain increased as the baby slid out. Giving birth in the heat of a desert was brutal. No pleasuring sites, just barren dirt and a blue sky above with a blazing and relentless sun. Once the child was born . . . I died. Out of birth and a miricle; came death and a plague upon one helpless woman.
She caked it on as she got ready for prom. I wonder if she knows that she looks like a raccoon.
The sounds of the stupid trumpet blaring through the microphone made me want to scream. Girls rushed around; getting dressed and getting ready for camp activities. As a girl from California; I DON'T DO CAMPS. Especially when I just 'happen' to step in whip cream that 'mysteriously' formed around my bed.
You wear it on your face, around your neck, on your wrists and on your head. It's great to wrap your hair in, but it dries it out. Like people do when you have something they want.
Strength isn't all about muscle, but your will to fight for what you believe. Strength is found in love. Tears don't represent weakness, tears represents strength that lives in us all.
Large and spacious. Stars that lie far behin the planets. A black vacuum with mmuch beauty that can't be described. Even science and theroies can't describe its beauty and the numerous colors of the stars and the planets.
You have a swelled head. You are so full of yourself. Do yo not see what goes on outside your bubble? Open your mouth and I'll shut it for you. Your colors are moss green and you soul is as shallow as the beach's water near the shore.
I am cold. I have no fear. I give nothing and take what I want. Stand in my way and you'll never be seen again. I don't want love, nor do I want sympathy. I am a murderer. Leave me alone. Don't trust me or it'll be the last thing you'll ever do.