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  77.     

My Everything

Please forgive me I've seemed to have misplaced my conscience You see I just killed three families, and I smiled, pay no mind I'm clean about it My knives were sharp making this quick and I left them at their dinner table it was silent The screams echoed through my clear head Why so startled? I thought you people liked the gruesome terror that is murder Oh only in movies? Well I think life's a movie and we are all actors Only the true actors survive That family didn't survive I seek red wait what did u just call me? freak? ! ? ! You call me a freak because you don't understand Because I have a concept that you find insane and mental I am doing you ****s a service! I am giving you real entertainment I am making life worth living Forcing you to live on the edge because my knives may be around to cut thy rebellion down to a a minor blood stain on this lovely white carpet You seem upset You know I never started this You did I had a family And you shot them down off of looks You gave no care to mine So why the **** can't I relive that through each slaughter each beg and plea Sorry for my language earlier it was a little out of pocket I can't start giving my cares out to murderers Will I stop is a question I get often No I won't I think you conniving pigs deserve every breathe i steal away Maybe then this legalized murder can end Maybe civil equality can return What are my terms to turn my self in Now why would I do that? My terms are to return my family back to me Oh you can't Well I guess I can't come out of hiding You call call me freak Single me out But arent you all the same When you say you'd kill for what's yours? WHEN YOU DONT CARE WHO IT IS AND THEY DARE NOT HURT THOSE YOU LOVE? I have no reason to accept the customs of you killers I will swim in the ashes of the homes I burned down Drink the tears of each victim like hard whiskey And hold close to my dog tags remembering how i served you ****s and how you took my everything away...
 
jade Slatyer

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To Be Touch By A Star Is To Be Touch With Respect.

As the morning goes on for the stars wait to fill some heart with respect but for who wish to feel the touch of respect by the family of Star bucks that has good fresh coffee the more the stars make more the more one shall taste the respect by the family of Star bucks.


To taste fresh cup of good coffee is like being touch by the angel of respect for who is family of Star bucks and yet one wish to taste good cup of fresh coffee that Star bucks has for it's the name that stand out for every star that is there is family of Star bucks.


Oh beautiful Star bucks thus your coffee is what one wish to taste and yet for every cup that one has been touch with respect but to touch a star for one need to catch a falling star when one catch a falling star one will make a wish for good cup of fresh cup of coffee.
 
Raymond Sawyer

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What Is Life? ? ?

At times, you wonder what life is all about. You have your ups and downs but the only one that could fix that is you. You may think God is your savior, but no he is not. You are the only one that could save yourself. You may rely yourself on other people, and think that they could help you in everything, but that is not true. You rely on yourself. I rely on myself. You may think life is stuck up and why you should be living. You live on this earth for love. The love and care that your parents, your family, your friends, and your true love give to you. Some days you may think why should I live any longer. Remember the love your family and friends give to you. Remember the fun days you spent with your family. Remember how much fun you have with your friends. Remember the love that your gf/bf gave to you. Just think of it for your family, friends, and love.
 
Lineda Van

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Not Fineshd

Ther was this boy in my class that was killed by a drunk driver. our class was macking thes christ mus trees for our family. we all lepht for the day and whiel we wher home he was giving his trees to his friends and family. as he was backing out of the griveway a grunk driver was coming and hit the car. he died and his family brother and fother that was in the car with him wher shipt off in critical condishon. his family servived and came to our school to talk to his friends and class mats I was noy good friends with him but we talked sometimes on the bus to school and our class had week feltrips and he always behaved so him and I allways whent thay wher for the kids that behaved all week long and it was like an aword sistom. well he was a good kide and from the day I found out he died to this mpoint in time I will all ways know to tack every day like it may be my our some one around mes last day on the world he never got to do eny o the things kids do when thay grow up our class wout him a leter in the woulds out back of our school by the trail we walked wth our class we bared it at his faveret spot and he will be in my memerys for ever i visit his grve some times and think of theat day we were walikin doun the tral and whe jumpt off the bank sied of the circk and was soked our techer was the coolest she never got angry with as like ather techers she alwayslet as get away with stoped things like that becas our class was manly for anger kids and him and I weher unlik the athers we just had dificalty with reading and speling so we got awy with things thers times I wish I got to know him more and I could say we were friends. Im now a difrent persom becas of him he sowed me that we arnt her on erth to stay were just viseting for a whiel and when our plain tiket comes we just got to go we leve things behimnd so athers will remember us his mame is James and he would be 19 and bcoming a man but that fatel night tok his life
 
Djean Whitney

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