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Tundra Mon Aug 30, 2010 11:13 am
To everyone who reads this, it's basically a true story. Most of it is. I wrote it for a book. It's basically my pathetic sob story. Everyone has one. I just added suicide into mine. I KNOW HOW TO KILL MYSELF NOW! 
Like every paragraph or so I'll tell you if it's true or not.
It was the first time I had run from a fight.
It was at a block party. Everyone was there, three-year-old to adult. The activities were over and it was dark out. So dark we couldn't even bike.
I was swinging on the big 3-foot piece of wood tied to the high branch of a tree. The view was beautiful. When the swing was at its highest, I could see the black outlines of the trees. It was mysterious and lovely. I was feeling the rush of the wind through my hair; admiring the view, for about five minutes when some little kid, probably about five years old, came my way.
I'll finish it later.
Like every paragraph or so I'll tell you if it's true or not.
It was the first time I had run from a fight.
It was at a block party. Everyone was there, three-year-old to adult. The activities were over and it was dark out. So dark we couldn't even bike.
I was swinging on the big 3-foot piece of wood tied to the high branch of a tree. The view was beautiful. When the swing was at its highest, I could see the black outlines of the trees. It was mysterious and lovely. I was feeling the rush of the wind through my hair; admiring the view, for about five minutes when some little kid, probably about five years old, came my way.
I'll finish it later.
Tundra- Posts : 357
Join date : 2010-05-27
Location : The driveway of justice
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