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Too Many Times by Whats-your-angle, literature

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Too Many Times

Too many times I tried to extend a hand... Too many times I tried to keep you close to my heart, Too many times I tried for something. No more. Too many times waiting by... Too many times trying for an olive branch, Too many times I treasured our past. No more pain. Too many times I waited for you... Too many times wondering what your doing, Too many times I wanted you there. No more crying. Too many times I stayed up too late... Too many times I let it go, Too many times I made excuses. No more waiting for you to change.

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We Will Sheer You by Whats-your-angle, literature

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We Will Sheer You

All you do is go and eat grass all day Your wool is too long anyway You got mud in yo wool Get the sheers Get the shear up outta their place We will we will sheer you We will we will sheer you Sheep you’re not a young foal, small foal Bleeting in the fields gunna take on the wolf someday You got crap on yo face To the farm you’re a disgrace Waving your tail all over the place We will we will sheer you We will we will sheer you Sheep youre an old coat, cheap wool Walkin all stiff from your new shaved legs! You used to have crap on your face To the farm you where a disgrace Somebody put the shears back into their

Eye Contact -Boy- by Whats-your-angle, literature

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Eye Contact -Boy-

Well. Wasn't that eventful. My hand brushed the metal of the locker, the cold surface slightly sting my overly sensitive finger tips. My green heavy math book was quickly shoved in the small box, and my blue science book went with it. I pushed my hand through my hair, trying to get the strands from my eyes. The scarf was slipping down my chest, but I didn't bother to try and push it back, as the weather didn't effect me much. I grabbed the brown bag that held my lunch, an apple, a beef stick, and a small juice pouch. "Gee thanks mom, way to go out of your way..." She keeps forgetting that I don't eat meat. So technically I have an apple a

Eye Contact -Girl- by Whats-your-angle, literature

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Eye Contact -Girl-

He sat next to me everyday, twirling his pencil by the lead on the old, worn desk. His paper sometimes getting those streaks of dirty eraser, showing that not even an eraser can be perfect. His eyes never lifted from the on the desk while the teacher talked. He never moved unless his answer was needed and then his voice came out in a low deep rumble that shook my nerve endings. His other hand rested on the desk, blocking the others from seeing his bubbled answers, each a dark, even filled circle. I had to admit that once in a while I have looked over and stolen one ...or more answers from him, after all he was the smartest in class. I

R.A.I.N.B.O.W.S by Whats-your-angle, literature

No Parental Guidence...-Crying by Whats-your-angle, literature

No Parental Guidence...-Roses- by Whats-your-angle, literature

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No Parental Guidence...-Roses-

I don't like roses. Everyone likes roses. They are so pretty, so elegant. I don't see what their disillusioned minds show them. The rose's petals bloom in their eyes, blinding them to the truth. They miss the sharp thin thorns ready to slice open the tender pads of their fingers. No matter how something looks on the outside, there’s always a twisted demented thing in the back ground ready to wrap it’s darkness around you. I used to be scared of the shadows inside me, I used to push them back and let them grow, afraid one day the deep well inside would just burst. And my hatred would spill like the plague inside me, contaminate m

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