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{STORY NOT UPDATED FREQUENTLY: NO PLOT: JUST A DIARY OF A CHARACTER I'M DEVELOPING} This isn't your average story. I'm sorry to tell you but I'm an average girl. I'm not the recluse that is the hero in the end, or the nerd that ends up with the jock. No, I'm just plain old Merida Hickory. Not named after anybody special, not anybody special. Look at them. They look so perfect. I know they're not, nobody is, but they always look that way. You never see the way they cry in the dark, never see them reappyling makeup to in the bathroom to cover up their mascara streaked cheeks when they think no one will be in there. You never see any of that, but I do. They're always the ones in the spotlight, but I'm the girl that's always there. Always sees but never is seen. This is the story of me falling apart, but being to afraid to speak up. This is the story of me being pulled in a million different directions and not knowing which to choose.This is World War Me, and I didn't start this war, but I dang sure am going to finish it alive.

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This is a story about a girl, she doesn't have a name, and all the chapters rhyme. Go on read it, it's a poetry story, it's also sort of mysterious in a way... Read on

I was trying to be a normal girl, living a normal life, I had a bad family and my life was not amazing. It was never amazing. All I can do if fight, I can only fight for my survival. I wish this was a dream, but it's how I live now. I live amongst the rubble and dirt. I have to family, no one to love. Sometimes it seems that the good in the world is so out of reach, that you can't get there. This all happened at once, one second I'm laughing at home the next I'm being threatened. I can't just shake it off. I can't back down, but it may be only way for me to get back on my feet

"The tragedy of life is not death... but what we let die inside of us while we live." ~Norman Cousins "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." ~Shakespeare *** This is exactly what the title says - random thoughts and poems that I've written down at random. These will come at random times all with different meanings. Love, loss, friendship, heartbreak, anger, joy, sadness - everything. Everything in here are my feelings - probably the scariest thing you can put up for millions of people to see. I'm not sure how long this book will last but I hope for a while. I enjoy being able to let these things out. I enjoy putting up things I've gone through and think about. And I enjoy posting random things I've watched or read about. I do know one thing about this book though. And that is how I'm going to end it. At the very end of this book I will put in a series of entries labeled Part 1, 2, 3, etc. These entries will have been part of a very long document that I've been writing for 3 years. It's probably the most important yet tormenting thing to me. And this is how I'm going to use it. I'm going to post it and let go of everything. My thoughts, feelings, fears, and insecurities. This is my burden and this is how I'm getting rid of it. And if anyone I know ever reads this - there's a good chance you're in here in some way, shape, or form. You may be able to tell where you come in. Or you may not. Either way, I want you to know that I don't blame you for anything. You were just another part of my life that I had to choose. I had to choose whether to except you into my life or step over you, overcome the obstacle you were in my life. And I'm sure you did the same with me and plenty of others. Enjoy this - I hope it helps you. Somehow.

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~ Poetry ~ A literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of a distinctive style and rhythm.

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"Most of all, I hate the fact that I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

'An innocent girl living a dangers life two impossible brothers no parents and history that doesn't add up' "You know who I am max..." " I...I remember..." Max fell to the floor holding his head in his hands in pain. " hurts doesn't it max... You remember what I did...?" " you killed him..." Max screamed " no... You killed him... I just helped" The dangerous gamble Max is playing not only consumes him but his entire family. Trouble just seems to follow Max around. While Max is working out the future the past creeps up on him reviling how and why he was in a coma. Max struggles to find his past while still avoiding the present fret ( The Edge Gang ). #3- edge #73- teenfictionaward #434- gain

just a bunch of little quotes I either found online or come up with myself. If anyone has a good quote then message me and I may put it in my book and give credit to them.

Christian Poetry

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Well, food kink or overeating kink.. Yeaaaa dont pelt me with rocks... But louis' trying to gain weight and stuff...