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Most thought she was happy. She was carefree. The truth was a lot less pretty. The truth was that in order for her wrists and thighs not to be covered in little red scratches, she had to take a pill. They were supposed to 'fix' her. Did they? Maybe they took the edge off. Maybe they didn't. It was hard to tell. Sometimes she succumbed to the blade and other times, she fought through it. There were three in her life that kept her going through. Her two best friends and her boyfriend. She was desperately in love with her boyfriend, picking him up an hour before school started just so they would have a little longer to spend together. These thre

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Fingers interlocked, Shy smiles exchanged, Her eyes meet his, then she glances away. What is this feeling? She wonders, A smile upon her lips, Refuses to move from its place. Once more, She glances at him, Her eyes meet his, This time they linger. Ever so slowly, As if not to scare her, His face comes, A breath away from hers. Their eyes, Twisting pools of emotion, Stare into the other's, Unable to turn away. Feather light, Trembling lips meet, Barely grazing, His hand traces her face. After they pull away, They can not keep, The beautiful smiles, Hidden from the other.

There was a boy, his name was Gene, Gene had a friend, His name was Robert. Robert was a doll, at least that's what they told Gene. Suddenly, things started going wrong, things disappeared, mutilated, 'Stop it, Gene!" They scolded, each time he replied, "It Wasn't me, it was Robert." What a large imagination he has, his parents wondered. They would hear little Gene talk to Robert, 'How cute,' they thought, at least they did... Until they heard him talking back. They figured Gene was just changing his voice, oh how they were. Soon came the screaming, little Gene would cry out. During the night he would say, Robert would come for him, Po