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What has happened to the days of truth? When one could trust their neighbor, their family, a friend  Everywhere I look trying to see through the mist, the fog that hides our true intentions 
by Ariel Douglas (18 November 2014)   I knew I was lost when my life spiraled out of control. I knew I was lost when I no longer wanted to live.
Life without love is lifeless. Love without life is bitter. Everyone knows I'm a sinner, and they keep posting it on twitter.
Hello everyone My name is Ashley Many middle names Clement I am 22 years old And I am one among 10 brothers and sisters
Tell me, where is my mic?   When my throat isn't closed-tight
There’s  something about bold font That stands out from the normal lettering subconsciously hollering within one’s head   Because it all started with a young boy entering junior high,
Alone, I chased after my own desires,
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. And my father, well he hardly calls me at all. How's that for subtle? Please don't feel sorry for me.
*Singing*   Sometimes I feel
Myself in actuality is not what people see. I'm no pretty face walking down the street, I'm no dainty damsel you care to meet. I am a woman dressed in courage, living in the moment.  
From when I was conceived, it was constant unrest Mix of emotions growing on me, depressed. As I grew up times got tougher, Moving around, and my parents getting older.  
From when I was conceived, it was constant unrest Mix of emotions growing on me, depressed. As I grew up times got tougher, Moving around, and my parents getting older.  
Tears, pain, fear, shame...
Ripped but not running
My testimony, my story Is not full of fame or glory. I'm just a student trying to make it through the day Just a young adult whose only option is to pray: Pray for my family that is too far
-There I was.
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
There is no greater testimony than the first bath a soldier takes after she’s just come home from a long war. The story you tell when this world expects you to stop speaking.  The moment you walk after you’ve just been paralyzed.
All I wanted was a simple, peaceful life. Baggage found me without permission. Catching hold of my body and weighing me down. Darkness blinded me from the light.
On January 13, 2012, it is the premature end of MY world as I know it. I’ve been trapped on this sinking ship for seven hours, But I’ll you my story about purgatory in a minute--
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