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[.She.Cut.To.Deep.] She once was the perfect daughter who would do anything she had to.. But no one knew the pain she held the smile that always fooled you... Her arms were always covered up with her black and blue sweaters.. She held that smile of pure gold no matter what change in weather.. Her wrists held the scars and cuts but she always helped others in pain.. She listened day after day of their problems but still never once did she complain.. She knew as along as they were happy then it didn't matter that she was dying.. Hiding herself from others.. alone hidden in her room, cold and crying.. She knew as along as they s

Have you ever loved, my friend? Have you ever been loved in return? I have loved twice and been loved once. I can see the difference between the fairy tale sort of love and the true real life love that will last with you until you're both buried. Have you ever loved a boy so much you were frightened by the power of your own emotions? Felt like you would die if he ever left you. Known you would endure anything to be with him? I know how that feels. And I know that it's not real. A boy who loves you will say it. He may not say it in front of his friends or his mom, but he says it. And when he does, you know he means it. The boy who loves you

Two Bullets and a Gun By:  David Seguin She looked into my eyes and said: "I can't do it." "What…?"  It came out as a whisper. "I can't pull the trigger." "One of us has to," I said as I stared down the barrel of her father's gun.  "If you do this, I'm dead either way.  I can't live without you.  Please don't do this to yourself…to us." "I have to.  There's no other way.  But I can't--No, I won't pull the trigger.  Not on you.  There are at least two bullets in the gun.  Shoot me first.  Then use the other bullet on yourself if you think you must." She handed me the handgun, and I put it to her temple. "Are you sure

First love.... Something so special that it's almost sacred. Tender hearts experiecing the gentle, tickling flutter of butterfly's wings rising up from the depths of one's stomach. A feeling that leaves many breathless but calm. The thought of being wanted and needed is a minor miracle. Mutual desire is something else entirely. It's almost to good to be true. One's first love is something that is never forgotten and the memories remain with you forever. There's something deadly about it though. The frightening thought that it could all be just a dream. Something more frightening than that to the extent of it being a nightmare is the forbidde