Denylle
This is my life.
Mar 1, 2007
Where does submission end and total disregard of self begin?
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Mad World
Feb 27, 2007
Sometimes I wonder how people would react if they knew the raw emotions that I am faced with everyday.
-Me
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A Girl and Her Moss
Feb 9, 2007
Now, friends, I know that what you are about to read may be disturbing...maybe even downright uncomfortable...but the tale must be told.
When I was little I loved nature. Really. I literally loved it. In fact, my best friend for a number of months was a large patch of moss. It wasn't just any moss...this moss was soft...and green...and large enough for me to sit on and just absord my atmosphere.
My mom worked for this elderly lady that lived in the woods. I would go to the lady's house with my mom often, because I knew that my patch of moss would be there waiting for me divulge my latest joys and pains to it.
Then...one day...my step-brother found out about my patch of moss. His heart belonged to the cruelest...and out of that cruelty...he produced a shovel...and hacked my moss to pieces. When I saw what he had done...I was devastated. I cried so hard, as if a loved-one had passed away. That moss was my friend...and then he died.
The End.
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