

ScarsThe early morning air was like ice against my skin as I ran. My eyes focused only on the path ahead, my ears listening to the pounding of my feet against the cement. My breath was even in out in out the burning sensation in my legs a welcome relief from the emotional pain that exhausted me. I ran faster, trying to forget, trying to escape the images that plagued me. The tears began to fall, I swiped them away angrily. The images, the memories, were coming faster, like a set of waves, pounding over me, through me, giving just enough time to come up for air, before the next one came crashing down. Then, exhausted, I succumbScars
little sister
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"you cant just turn on creativity like a faucet. you have to be in the right mood"
"what mood is that?"
"last minute panic"
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and isnt it great to find you're really worth nothing?
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"you cant just turn on creativity like a faucet. you have to be in the right mood"
"what mood is that?"
"last minute panic"
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and isnt it great to find you're really worth nothing?
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"you cant just turn on creativity like a faucet. you have to be in the right mood"
"what mood is that?"
"last minute panic"
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and isnt it great to find you're really worth nothing?
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Cecium: *apears out of no were* Look away....now....
Alexis: *takles him* No keep looking, it'll be funny!!!
All my other characters: *looks at them and takles them* DOG PILE!!!!!
Cecium: *is smushed*........
Leo: *looks at the pile* DAD!!!
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"you cant just turn on creativity like a faucet. you have to be in the right mood"
"what mood is that?"
"last minute panic"
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and isnt it great to find you're really worth nothing?
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Nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy.
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"you cant just turn on creativity like a faucet. you have to be in the right mood"
"what mood is that?"
"last minute panic"
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and isnt it great to find you're really worth nothing?
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