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This is a story about revenge.
Allison wakes up in New York and wraps her lips around a cigarette like she'd wrap them around a lover. And while we're on the subject, Allison likes lovers. They
give her control. She knows that a woman's only fun in sex is the power it gives her. Yes, she knows and she accepts it.
Allison, with her tattoo of a peace sign on her arm, does not want world peace. After all, the world is not capable of such a thing. What she wants is inner peace, although she is not sure if that is any more likely. Allison w
by ~PaulaLynn
Dear Whoever, I love you.Dear Whoever,Dear Whoever, I love you.
I’m sorry.
For what? Let me explain:
I can’t be one of the pretty girls. You know the ones, with the pretty blonde hair and their lip pierced: The ones that shake their ass 5 feet each way when they walk. I can’t be drop dead beautiful. No, I can’t do anything special. Art isn’t special anymore, draw a line call it “Confusion” and you’re an artist. Writing gets me no where, I don’t post it anymore, and I never believe it when they say I have a talent. I’m not skinny, the perfect body, hourglass and such. I can’t live up to what you want. I’m nothing special; I’m a grass stained knee kind o
by ~PaulaLynn
A Druggie's StoryI got some of that substance. The one that makes you feel so good. I traveled back in time. Wishing to fix the things I've done. Drastic changes to the future. And Her Mighty is quite angry. Lying in the parking lot. Passed out from my travels. A voice calls out, “You shouldn’t” And as I lay, feeling death at my edges. A sound escapes my lips.A Druggie's Story
“Go to hell.” Defining thunder and wind whips around Time jumps. Then pause. Open slightly, my eyes catch sight Mother Nature and Father Time hand in hand. My Fate lies with them, after I spit on their names
by ~PaulaLynn
FakeIts funny how one person can change another so much so easy and so fast. It’s scary in a way. But at the same time the greatest thing ever, because you know that it is because of that one person that you do things you do. and you think maybe since you have changed in the ways you have and because it was because of that person, there could be something there, and when you end up going out with the person, then you feel like there is something, and you care. Its like a trap... you care too much, because it was just a summer thing. He doesn’t care, so why should you? Because he was different? Because he is the only guy so far who was getting eveFake
by ~PaulaLynn
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Beautiful, scared Lake County Was the place of horror A handful of flour was the bounty.
You see, two men had Pomo's work The horses, the fields, whatever really. Kelsey and Stone, both were jerks.
Raping children was fun and games If parents said no they were hung from a tree. Oh, the endured so many shames.
For the hours they toiled they were paid Four cups of flour to feed huge families. Onto rocks at night their heads laid.
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