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  • you'd cringe if you could read my mind.

    from x_letters_to_home_x - 3 days ago
    im falling apart at the seams. i cant even cry. i didnt know i could ever feel so low. i didnt know that someone could take something like that from you so willingly. i wish i could hate him, oh i wish i could curse his ...
  • [No Title]

    from xxBrokenxSuicidexx - 3 days ago
    Pale skin. Blue eyes.Brown hair.Soft face.So lost in her own world. She's oblivous to what everyone else can see on the outside.They see her happiness, They see what she wants them to think.They see what she puts on ever...
  • Are you friends with the writers of enduring works?

    from thewaterworks - 3 days ago
    Then you have accepted that your friends are dead and that you will never have the chance to meet them.
  • To Be or Not to Be?

    from gingerattack - 3 days ago
    "Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.Or to take arms against a sea of troubles?And by opposing, end them?  To die; to sleep."       ...
  • Page 117

    from ronjonwriter11 - 6 days ago
    I said, “Lets see what’s going on with that building, the keys might be in there because these guys don’t take them home at night.” We walked over to the building; looked through the window on the door, and could not see...
  • Patiently Waiting

    from sweettwistedthoughts - 11/25/2009
    I came out of the house with a heavy heart knowing I couldn't help. Knowing he was dead. Red lights flashing all around so I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't comprehend another loss and I couldn't cry. I could only run ...
  • Xanga is DEAD !!

    from maniacsicko - 11/25/2009
    Yep!   You heard me right... Xanga is dead...   That is my personal conclusion on what is happening around here... Now, before going so pumped out or pissed off or jumping with joy or anything, l...
  • Update (Still Pining for the Fjords)

    from YourOuterCritic - 11/23/2009
     Last December I offered up what I claimed to be a photo of a snowy owl that had wandered down to Indiana from the Great White North.  Ten days later he was dead, having had an unfortunate meet up with the front end of a box truck....
  • Page 114

    from ronjonwriter11 - 11/23/2009
    his mouth wide open and nothing to say, for a change! Larry counted out thirty eight one hundred dollar bills, I could not believe it, and spending the money would last for quite some time. After counting the money Larry...
  • Page 113

    from ronjonwriter11 - 11/23/2009
    stopped dead to see if it woke anybody up, It didn’t so down the hall through the kitchen and out the back door we went. We ran until we had gotten far enough away from the house, and then walked at a normal pace so as n...