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ScurveyI sat in the gutter cold and alone as the lights from the police cars flashed in the windows of the run down house. My face felt cold and blank, which made me shiver as I remembered Kimmy’s face lonely and dejected with Henry laughing and jeering. “You’re dirt Kim! Ya dirt!”Scurvey
It all started a couple of months ago when Henry slipped the teacher’s organizer into the bin.
“Oh! This is going to be sooo funny!” He sniggered.
“She’s not going to know who did it,” I replied slyly.
Kimmy
by ~punk-geek
Its like, breathing dirtI cant escape, I have no where to go, In my mind, A black cloud of despair, And i'm left behind, I don't want road maps on my wrist, I'm not that kind of girl You see, I'm too afraid for That, fear will always hold Me in it's grasp. Death will come, come slowly Creeping up and I can't Stop it, I've been put On the wrong tracks And I can't get off and now A freight train is Coming my way...Its like, breathing dirt
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All he had left were his instincts, and his instincts said he was stuffed.
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All he had left were his instincts, and his instincts said he was stuffed.
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