To sing is to be free.Free from care-free from others thoughts on freedom,free to see and share-your sights with the world,and their sights with yourself.To open your mind and just let everything flow about,To open your eyes and see the truth,and the secrets that lie between the lines,and the lies people hide behind,all the "I'm fine"s.To sing is to be free from expectations,from hatredfrom pain from demands,and from fear...

She lays in bed looking up at the ceiling. Her mind whirls with words said by her "amazing" boyfriend who she's so "perfect" with and the normal events of the day. He was so abusive, verbally and at times physically or sexually. She really just wanted to leave, but what if she never found someone that wanted to be with her again? Of course, being in Psychology, she realizes that that thought is an effect of what he tells...

Sabrina walks out of the dining hall after finishing eating quickly, and follows Chad down the hall. As far as everybody else knows, they're both going to their buildings- that would be expected of them- but as far as they both know, they're headed to a club to drink it up and spend time together. Or, well, as far as Sabrina knew that was what they were doing. Chad had no clue. She walks a few feet behind him so he can't...

"There's probably not a lot you can do." "Stop worrying, you're doing all you can." "She's not going to listen to you."  "She's going to hate you for this." "She's never going to trust you again." "You aren't going to get that friendship back." "Why'd you do that? Just leave her alone." "Walk away, just walk away." "It's too much, walk away." "Just walk away." "Walk away." Leave. Anybody else would, why don't you? Why don...

She's so ready for Spring Break, so very ready to have...  a week,  she thinks,  off-  off,  and away from school,  and pressure,  and overly emotional moments in one particular classroom. Away from worry, and fear, and pain, and anger, and everything else, everything else that seems to pop up. Maybe she'll stay off the web too, just speak with select people, stay away from everyone else, avoid it all, emotions are a plag...

She sits in the chair, picks at her nails-  oops!  Now she's bleeding,  suck on it,  clean up the blood- twists her hands together  around themselves.  Her leg bounces,  as if it has a mind of its own.  She bites her lip,  chews until it, too, bleeds. Something in or around her foot pops,  probably her ankle,  she never could get the darn thing to pop  then it does so randomly-  when it wants to, Like everything else,  so...

Sure, I'll just walk behind you, breathe in the smoke blowing my way, that's bad for you, ya know, and even worse for your asthma, but you don't really care, do you? Why did you pick up that habit?  Why did you start smoking? And I don't mean just the cigarette kind.  Did it seem cool to you? Was it interesting to you? Were you curious and just got stuck?  Yeah, so I have questions, and I don't approve of this behavior, b...

I hear it all the time, the guys walking down the hall. All these vulgar sayings and words for the girls. We aren't called gorgeous or pretty or even cute. Half the sayings I won't even type, because it's insulting- granted, if I liked the guy, if we were together, I might think differently about some of them- but maybe not. Most likely not. They aren't ever directed at me, thank goodness, but the girls they are directed...

"Follow me, follow me, I've more rooms to show you still! Follow me, follow me, you buzzards!" "Buzzards? Why, pardon me, but you offered!" "Yes, well. I didn't think you'd actually want to see." You never have before... Idiot, you're an idiot, never offer if you aren't ready to show. "Why would we ignore an offer? That's stupidity, that is!" Well, hell, I don't know, why did all your buddies ignore my offers?  "So where'...

My heart speeds, but I force it to slow, and I walk to your door, shivering in the snow, cold. I knock, wait a few, you answer. I don't give any time, I tackle you down, to the ground we go, I giggle, You chuckle. Pleasures of the simplest kind.

An empty seat, The back of the class... You're skin and bones, But I say nothing, you'll yell and scream, and in the end... it's no good. It seems to me nothing's being done, But, really, it's none of my business, I'm just a friend, a concerned friend, there's no point for me to worry, to get involved, is there? Yeah. (Right.) 

"Stay with me, baby stay with me, tonight don't leave me alone... Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be... hold my breath as you're moving in, taste your lips and feel your skin, when the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly." -Kiss Me Slowly, Parachute. I could ask, I could, just to be sure, but why? Why,  when something is  so sweet, so precious, so tender, flirtatious, perfect already? I could wonder on i...

She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...

Gears creak, They rotate, the structure works and works and works ... Gears creak, Lock up, Steam leaves through holes  in the structure, Her body shuts down.

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