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The things I do for love...
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Post by 0netnet0 on Apr 17, 2011 14:53:19 GMT -5
The first is a poem/prose piece. I couldn't decide. Here it is: I remember her way back when we were elven years old. I remember her as an anime fan, otaku, cat lover. I remember her sweet, innocent, flawed and perfect.
I remember her when we entered middle school. I remember her going after the crowd, but I didn't mind. I remember her falling out of the crowd, and I was there to catch her.
I remember her in the first summer of middle school. I remember us getting further and further apart. I remember her obsession with food and weight and calories and how that's all she ever talked about.
I remember her in the middle of middle school. I remember her always obsessing about weight and exercise, a disease taking control of her. I remember us not wanting to meet because we had lost all common interest.
I remember her being so sad. I remember her obsessing with her looks, changing her hair color almost every day. I remember when she got into smoking and goth and drinking.
I remember her grades going down. I remember her life crashing around her. I remember how stupid she was.
I remember when she tried to kill herself. And I didn't care, For a girl who didn't care for herself.(Don't worry, she's alive, she took the wrong pills and just puked a whole lot.) And the second is a drawing I made with one very poor black pen in the most boring of classes: I'd love some constructive criticism.
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Post by Flags_Forever on Apr 17, 2011 15:19:37 GMT -5
That poem was really depressing. It was good, but depressing. I loved the drawing, though!
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The things I do for love...
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Post by 0netnet0 on Apr 18, 2011 4:50:08 GMT -5
That poem was really depressing. It was good, but depressing. I loved the drawing, though! Well, she's a depressing girl. Thank you!
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Post by Flags_Forever on Apr 25, 2011 13:18:21 GMT -5
You're welcome.
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