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Stephanie

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

19 poems·Since May 2013
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Sally

May 24, 2013
Your door stands open Yet you hesitate Your feet planted You watch your friends You decide split second You save their lives. You look back Your door is gone. A hidden truth stolen. Your peace gone forever. You stalk the halls. Wishing to be human. But, you lost your door. Your beauty preserved. Your happiness disturbed. All that is left are Josh and Aiden. Keeping you from insanity. With their own tragically wicked tales. The life of a Ghost is rarely dampened. Except by those with equal merit. A single open clarity. A moment of sanity. With a Werewolf and a vampire. At a dinner uneaten.
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