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Chels: It's me. I know we haven't talked in a while, and I'm sorry things haven't been that great for the past months. I didn't think things would get so bad. We've been friends forever. Remember that day we met in fourth grade? Sid threw play dough at me and I tried to throw some back at him, but I missed and hit you instead. And you threw a glob back at me? Come on, let's try and work things out, huh? -Your friend, Liv Olivia, I don't know what changed yesterday to make you send this and I don't want to know. Yes I do remember, and I wish more than anything that I didn't. It would be a lie to say I didn't miss you too. You're freckle

jane's heart is a mosaic. after being broken and broken again most of those pieces are missing. now jane's grabbing any piece that fits. but she's never found the glue to hold her heart together. jane thought every boy with soft hands and blue eyes who came along might fill those cracks. and even though the pieces didn't fit, she clung to every word. but soon she's choking on the glass pieces of her heart again. jane told herself that she deserved the bad things that happened to her. but the next second they didnt seem bad, in fact they were a sign of the love she didn't deserve. you could look into her eyes and see nobody. jane

you always were there from the start. but my wounds never could heal properly when you were bearing my struggle. now they will never heal on their own. these crutches are exactly and only that, crutches. i may be falling to pieces at your feet, i may be shattering the image you always had of me, but this isnt about you, now is it? and even though this may hurt you and confuse you, it never was about you. i cant even remember who wanted this to be a no-strings relationship, because that didnt take too long to break. so now every limb and every thought is tied to you, and even though i did dig myself my own grave, i made it big enough f

some may say its a miracle. i just think its fucked up. there was one thing left for me in the world. and its been slipping in and out of my reach for some time now. i've never been an athlete, and my lungs are straining, collapsing, bursting from the pressure. and you've barely even scratched the surface. and ohgod!ohgod!ohgod! its tearing me apart. i was never meant to be here, and thats exactly the last place i want to be. now take a deep breath in, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold on! the seawater pouring from your lips is my doing and how could i possibly screw up so many times. and it feels like i've fallen. again. but wh

the glint of metal dances across my skin like licks of fire from my hand and it feels like i should scream but im just floating and nothing(something)'s wrong and it wont stop, it wont stop, it wont fucking stop! those 40 turquoise pills i think they're doing this to me but i dont mind, i actually kind of like it im on top of the fucking world, i can do anything i swear im invincible, nothing can hurt me, all i have to do is jump, jump, why cant i just fucking jump already! this liquid is clear, but it sure ain't water it may burn as it goes down but soon it'll all get numb and quiet silence. i just need to close my eyes for a

laurel loved the girls with butterfy fingers and glass ribs. she loved hot chocolate and the taste of her own blood. she loved the smell of apples and honeysuckle. laurel loved- but she lost her love for veronica a long time ago, and no matter how hard she tries, she cant find it. -- veronica's ribs shattered long ago, yet her heart still pumps blood through her body. she is caved in and the glass in her lungs stings with each breath she takes. veronica gasps- and she inhaled laurel's wild flower air and sighed it back out, because though it hurt, laurel was her every breath. -- laurel was smothered, trapped, screaming at her own

'you're a fucking mess.' cullen whispered as his gentle hands tried to dam the waterfall beneath my eyes. all i could do was shrug his hands away to keep him from the flood. -- cullend was my savior from day one. he was my mdeication, my bliss, my floating thoughts. yet through that haze i still craved destruction. i still craved the rage. he was my oxygen, but i would hold my breath every time before i leapt. cullen was pumping the seawater from my lungs and out my blue lips. but i couldnt resist taking the plunge                 one                      more                               time. -- 'you're a fucking mess!

i've always known i would end up alone. your heart was just on a loan. but i couldn't help but fall(crash) bonebreakingly for you. how could i ever have mistaken the look in your eyes, as i crawled, broken, towards you, for l o v e. i was drinking in your intermigled heat and cold as fast as i could. who would've known that burning passion pouring down my throat was b l e a c h. though i couldn't see past the tears blurring my eyes, i could tell you were watching as i choked up your ice. you forever smelled of the ciggarette permeated into your skin. somehow, ciggarettes had never smelled so good. but you only smoked those ciggar

iris never grew old. iris never left her childhood. the morning of her 18th birthday she never opened her eyes. the morning of her 18th birthday never happened. scattered papers, scattered thoughts. iris was a dam holding against a tidal wave of emotion. she never cried at funerals, she never cried. she didnt think, she acted, and whenever things soured, she ran. beating hearts, beating wings. iris was calm, and if you were calm nothing was wrong, right? if you couldnt see or understand the problem, there was none, right? even a small weakness was a weakness, right? frantic hands, frantic screaming. iris never thought about dying.

'i am lucas, who are you?' even though the rest of the party was a blur, the sight of her bright green eyes looking up startled through her curtain of blue hair was painfully burned into his memory. 'i am someone who has woken up from a dream to face reality, but you can call me dora.' -- together they were like waves crashing down on the rocks, chaos swirling around them like the perfect storm. but the sun always warmed those rocks after the rain. they were like two flames joined if only to burn brighter through the night. but all fires die out without oxygen. they were like fireflies dancing around each other, lighting up the ni