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well after only one class, i decided i needed to drop creative writing. but before i went, the professor made me turn in my writing. so these are some small works i gave her:
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when he got into that car crash i knew i only had a few moments left with him. i put my hands on his face and wiped the blood off of his cheeks. he was still trying to smile, even though his body was hurting so much. all we could do is look at eachother in the eyes. i sat with him in the ambulance ride back to the hospital. his breaths became shorter. i tried holding his hand tighter so that he could feel i needed him. his hands always kept me warm, but that night they were so cold. do you remember when we used to go to the movies together? i do. sometimes i wish i could go sit in that theatre, but they tore it down.
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i gave you a friendship bracelet / it was made out of blue bandana / you kept it on your leg, always / you stopped talking to me / i called you everyday / no answer / seven months passed / one day you called / you said you still loved me / my heart raced and i cried so much / i love you too i thought in my head / you said things were going to change, get better / but you lied lied lied / time slowly went by / and you could care less about "us" / why do i always wait for you? / you're never coming back / never never never / get out of my life and stop reading my diary.
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chloe was different. she was that girl who absolutely everyone in town knew. with that said though, she didn't really have a 'select' group of friends. no one disliked her, however, they could only take small doses of her at a time. she did not like to read although she always found herself wrapped up in blankets with a novel in her hand. she was a sucker for people who asked her "do you love me?" & told her "i miss you". in fact, just hearing those two phrases made her cry. the telephone used to be something that she enjoyed, but now she does whatever she can to avoid it. i don't really know why she's like that but i think it's because her heart is broken. if she ever passes you a note, kindly accept it. the things this girl writes will leave you speechless.
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i was fourteen and he was twenty one. he made me promise him, that no matter what happened, i was never suppose to stop loving. everytime the white started to fade into black, i had to keep going. and then i looked at the girl in the corner who was blind. i wondered in my head what it would be like to only see the color black. she could feel what i was thinking and she walked up to me slowly. she said, "my world is not black. i see the most beautiful colors. colors that no one ever tends to notice or care for. colors that kiss me before i go to sleep each and every single night."
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we went on a walk and you told me five things you love about me. you gave me this look, i could tell you were really happy. it was almost as if i could see your soul. there were angels everywhere. and every single time i took one step closer to you i could hear the most beautiful sound. i kept wanting to get closer and closer. you weren't like anyone else. your hands felt different. softer. i studied all the little things about you. your fingernails, your shoelaces, and the face that you made when you were simply just looking at the sky.
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when he got into that car crash i knew i only had a few moments left with him. i put my hands on his face and wiped the blood off of his cheeks. he was still trying to smile, even though his body was hurting so much. all we could do is look at eachother in the eyes. i sat with him in the ambulance ride back to the hospital. his breaths became shorter. i tried holding his hand tighter so that he could feel i needed him. his hands always kept me warm, but that night they were so cold. do you remember when we used to go to the movies together? i do. sometimes i wish i could go sit in that theatre, but they tore it down.
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i gave you a friendship bracelet / it was made out of blue bandana / you kept it on your leg, always / you stopped talking to me / i called you everyday / no answer / seven months passed / one day you called / you said you still loved me / my heart raced and i cried so much / i love you too i thought in my head / you said things were going to change, get better / but you lied lied lied / time slowly went by / and you could care less about "us" / why do i always wait for you? / you're never coming back / never never never / get out of my life and stop reading my diary.
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chloe was different. she was that girl who absolutely everyone in town knew. with that said though, she didn't really have a 'select' group of friends. no one disliked her, however, they could only take small doses of her at a time. she did not like to read although she always found herself wrapped up in blankets with a novel in her hand. she was a sucker for people who asked her "do you love me?" & told her "i miss you". in fact, just hearing those two phrases made her cry. the telephone used to be something that she enjoyed, but now she does whatever she can to avoid it. i don't really know why she's like that but i think it's because her heart is broken. if she ever passes you a note, kindly accept it. the things this girl writes will leave you speechless.
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i was fourteen and he was twenty one. he made me promise him, that no matter what happened, i was never suppose to stop loving. everytime the white started to fade into black, i had to keep going. and then i looked at the girl in the corner who was blind. i wondered in my head what it would be like to only see the color black. she could feel what i was thinking and she walked up to me slowly. she said, "my world is not black. i see the most beautiful colors. colors that no one ever tends to notice or care for. colors that kiss me before i go to sleep each and every single night."
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we went on a walk and you told me five things you love about me. you gave me this look, i could tell you were really happy. it was almost as if i could see your soul. there were angels everywhere. and every single time i took one step closer to you i could hear the most beautiful sound. i kept wanting to get closer and closer. you weren't like anyone else. your hands felt different. softer. i studied all the little things about you. your fingernails, your shoelaces, and the face that you made when you were simply just looking at the sky.