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Hey. This Is just some place where I can get rid of my Mostly fiction. Not based on anyone's life, including me. For the non-fiction, you should It's at the link section :) Leave a message before you go continue your :D (c)Copyrighted to Debbie Lea G. Unless you have that name, you leave my [whatveryouwannacallit] alone. If you steal anything, you'll be leaving with several broken limbs.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
It’s a tidal wave crashing over your head, pushing you further under the water before you have the chance to catch your breath. It steals the air you had in your lungs, and burns your chest. Your eyes start to water, your heart begins to pound, blood rushing through your veins, palms are sweaty. Trust in ruins. Your anger rises sickness along with it until the tears fall down your face. You let out a sob Hug your pillow And cry. Deb's Note: I don't know.
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The one who craves fiction.
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