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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:25 pm
(AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is how I handle anger, sadness, happiness, but mostly hurt. I solve it and I cure it by writing. A famous quote of mine is “Nothing impossible if you believe in yourself.”)
By ALICIA HAMILTON
No use crying now.
No use thinking you care.
No use I’m stuck here.
All the pain I’ve suffered.
Wasn’t just because of you.
Everyone has hurt me.
Everyone has made me cry
at least once. No trust
No one to really care,
or to really be there when
I needed it most.
Writing is my cure.
This is why I write.
This is why I’m still alive
This is the only thing,
that keeps my flame glowing.
Dim as it may be, the flame
will never go out as long
as I believe and heal myself.
Writing is my cure.
Writing is my soul.
Writing is the only thing
that kept me alive four
years ago.
Writing is my cure.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:01 pm
 Isteach an bunáite dorchadas tráthnóna loinnirs an bunáite glé sólás.
Draíochta Rinceoir
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:37 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 6:35 pm
xd
In the darkest night shines the brightest light.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 2:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:31 pm
You...don't get it, do you?
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:24 pm
Sorta. I think it means even in the darkest of times the brightest of a person shines through which for me is my writing. By the way I've said this before but writing has saved my life. (That was before I found God).
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 10:59 am
Well one day I came home from school depressed and hurt to make it worse my dad and Teresa were fighting. I went to my room and hid like a turtle. Then I was eavedropping and I heard my dad say "I was worseless and I couldn't do anything right." My dad was drunk that night with Volka. So when they went to sleep I came out and looked at the knifes. I took one and asked myself Why am I here what good can I do? Then it hit me my writing. All my life of being teased and put down even beat up if I gave up now it would prove them right and I wanted to prove them wrong. I put the knife back in the wooden slot and walked away. As I walked to my room I said "Someday my name will be known, someday I will be the next J.K Rowling."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:23 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 3:05 pm
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