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[aid] => mick
[title] => So She Sat
[time] => 2009-03-06 12:24:07
[hometext] => Her life fell apart, and her soul grew ragged, as the streets filled with the blood of the unholy.
[bodytext] => So she sat in her room with her headphones blasting. To block out the sound of their wills clashing. She hides in the dark and looks for ways to cover up the marks. Her skin, though light, is dark with bruises, the boy she's with, he abuses, the fragile angel in his arms a final blow, then alarm. Her color faded so fast Somehow, he didn't think she'd last. So he throws her out, hoping he won't be caught. She wakes, and runs, her mind unclear, screaming out, he'll come after her, no doubt. Of course, her parents don't really care, when she needed them most, they weren't even there. So she ran off as fast as she could to nowhere, and got covered in blood. From the streets, and all the dead people so she steals the food, and throws rocks at the steeples. They had abandoned her, left her completely alone, and took away all the safe places, even her home. So she lays in the streets, with all her ragged clothes and torn up feet. With her laptop and headphones on, Just waiting for the next day to come. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 68 [informant] => flamingblade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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