Quite literally dying to be thin.
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Quite literally dying to be thin. I'm not here to bore you or lecture you on something that will never concern any of you. I'm standing here in front of you all to tell you of something that affects everyone everyday. I know not only from research but, from person experience. A heart braking memory I'm willing to share in the hope I may possibly help reach out to someone. If I make this speech five hundred times and save one life I will have accomplished far more than a lot of people out there. I wake...
eyes! And to be quite truthful I'm having trouble accepting the fact that you're gone, so I wont. I just see it that we are going a while without seeing each other. I can understand why God would want you close to him, as you truly was an angel on earth. I love you and I miss you.
eyes! And to be quite truthful I'm having trouble accepting the fact that you're gone, so I wont. I just see it that we are going a while without seeing each other. I can understand why God would want you close to him, as you truly was an angel on earth. I love you and I miss you.
I thank you for listening and hope even a little of what I said made you think. It's far easier to focus on bad things than good so all I ask is for you to think before you speak.
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My room is my favorite place. The floor of my room is a golden brown carpet. A beige rug covers a small portion of the floor next to my bed. In an array of gloss and semi-gloss, shades of off-white cover these four walls. Entire sections are hidden by nearly...
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An Emotional And Frightening Encounter. I sit under the old gold plated clock, and I listen to its slow ticking. I stare down at the old cobble stone street, and feel the ice-cold raindrops rolling down my numb warm cheeks. The rain falls down from the bright stars which you...
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It was a cold night, the air stagnant with anxiety. The clean, crisp starry sky held a strange sense of wisdom, almost as if it knew what the future held. The trees were standing proud, high above our camp, as if over-looking the whole situation, oblivious to the insecurity...
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