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Weekly Contest #309
I never really understood the meaning of college. We attend school for twelve years just to be told "hey it's not over yet... what do you see yourself in the next ten years? best to go to college and find a major!" at the end of senior year. Give me a fucking break! from pre-school to kindergarten to first grade, second, and so on its a never ending story of "it's not over yet". And they wonder why some of us don't make it past sophomore year, half of us get on exotic drugs after graduation, and the ones they do make their way to college the...
"His touches felt foreign,yet his lips slithered my spine.My mind would go blank,yet my heart would scream for more lies.My soul starved,yet my hormones were at bay.Every night I lay empty,yet I was filled with ambition.His touches felt of lies,yet I welcomed them.My spine tangled within his lips,yet my mind refused to break free.My soul craved more,yet it was just as cold. Every night I lay empty, praying for defeat,yet I still welcome his lies,In the coldest of summer." My words felt foreign to me, even with the stylish pen in my hand, I f...
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