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 Dec 2012 Abigail Madsen
Julia
All of these beautiful people
need to stop revolving around
the scale, she says,
a size 2 with
a waistline
that could cut up
titanium, oh so razor
sharp & perfect, as if
her petite frame was
not enough. Tell me
what she could
know about
a scale
Hypocrite by nature
Stains on the mirror.

Scars on the arm fade over time,

Scars on the heart last forever.

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When I started out writing this, I was carefree, innocent, happy.. Now, as I sit inside this dull-lit room

on the cold stone ground, I think about how my life used to be, and how much I long for things to go back

to the way they once were...

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As I looked up and glanced over towards the dresser drawer that lay open beside me, I felt a longing to it, a pull that

just wouldn't let go. After what felt like ages, I got up and looked inside...

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It was a simple razor.

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Memories came flooding back into me, it was like a tidal wave crashing down on me with full force. Memories that had been repressed for far too long. Memories of anguish, hatred, pain, and even fear.

My hand began to unsteadily reach out towards the dresser drawer. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my eyebrows.

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I knew that I didn't want to head down this road. But I had no choice.

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I had already come too far to stop now.

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~His final act upon this earth was a single sentence. One final cry. It was written in his own blood and then smeared all

over the mirror.~

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'It drove me crazy, knowing that we would never be together...'
What
     we
        sea
Not                  
       What
     we    
here

Rather Silly-
           Rather Queer?
 Dec 2012 Abigail Madsen
George C
I show em how im so rare
I tell em how I dont care
It might seem as if there's no one i would spare
But the funny thing is,
The closest of mine have no clue
*Phew
 Dec 2012 Abigail Madsen
Xander B
Education, wanted by all.
Doodles, will be the fall.
Sitting in class,
one synchronized mass.
Trying to grab,
all the knowledge to be had.
Distractions are to prevalent.
The idea, so malevolent.
Doodles, the silent killer.
Turns the warm glow of knowledge into a chiller.
Please, please, please,
I beg, I plead, 
Throw away the blades,
That make you cry
That make you bleed
Please, please please,
I need you here, I need you to stay,
I need you near
It makes me sad, that you can’t see
The look in your eyes
The beauty in your face
How can someone so lovely want to leave this place?
She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g

Her and He
under'n' altar
m-a-r-r-i-e-d

He and She
here n' there
t-a-l-k-i-n-g

Her and She
over He
f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g

Her and He
holdin' She
c-r-y-i-n-g

She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
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