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The BraveStepsThe Brave
Steps. One after the other. As his feet moved up them, it was all he could think about. The staircase had seemed to extend for forever before, but now he took it with such serenity. He could still taste someone else's blood in his mouth and his hands were soiled at his sides.
He ascended further, one by one. The cheap lights flickered and he wasn't frightened as he thought about the steps. It seemed that all his life he had thought about them, but had always been delayed from taking the next one. He saw her face, and how pretty she'd b
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Little Ugly Girl"Everything will be okay, you don't need to worry," she said gently, looking down at the little girl. The little girl raised her gigantic eyes to meet the ladys'.Little Ugly Girl
"Really?" "Yes, really. You'll be much prettier when you grow up. You'll have breasts and long beautiful hair." "I will?" the little girl said, feeling the split ends of her short, dirty-blonde hair between her thumb and finger.
"That's right," the lady assured her, "and your face will be pretty too. It will have color, you won't look sick anymore. And the darkness under your eye
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The Journal(Carlin is standing over him, her short hair twenty times redder, blocking the brightness from his face. She is holding a cigarette and dressed in a bathrobe)The Journal
CARLIN: I don't think it worked.
JIM: (Stirs on the ground and rubs his eyes.)
CARLIN: I'm pretty sure I'm awake.
JIM: What? How can you be awake?
CARLIN: Well, I woke up, and I felt like someone was watching me so that's how I know you're still here. I couldn't go back to sleep, so now I'm smoking and getting ready to take a bath at four o' clock in the morning.
JI
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hate youI think I hate you. Yeah . . . definatley.hate you
I hate the way you are. I hate the way you talk. I hate the way you think. I hate all the things you like, and everything you eat . . . and everything that you are. I hate your clothes and your stupid little obsessions. I hate your solitary style and your indecisive manner.
I hate your sarcasm, your clever mind. . .and the mundane world in which you live. I hate the way you see me. . .and the way you don't. I hate the way you look at me. I hate the way you look at life. I hate the wa
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I'm not feeling quite so homicidal this week!
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A land..
Where laughter is not mirth; nor thought the mind;
Nor words a language; nor e'en men mankind.
Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,
And each is tortured in his separate hell.
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A land..
Where laughter is not mirth; nor thought the mind;
Nor words a language; nor e'en men mankind.
Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows,
And each is tortured in his separate hell.
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
How r u?
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There is no failure so great as a failure of imagination.
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