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Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm Sorry
I'm really, truly SORRY
A billion times won't work.
Or WON"T it?
Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.
A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.
I broke your heart?
I'll fix it up again?
I'm really good with stitches.
Will you still be my friend?
I ruined your life?
Oh no, Sorry!
Will this washing machine work?
This bleach removes the stains...
It takes away the quirks!
A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.
I'm really, truly SORRY!
Am I hard to forgive?
You don't want to hear my sorry?
I completely understand.
But you don't.
That was rude? I'm not sorry.
It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?
I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.
All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.
All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.
I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
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Being a Couch Panda
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...
Listen to this!
A white man said,
'Colored people are not allowed here.'
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.
But you sir.
When you are born you are PINK,
When you grow up, you're WHITE,
When you're sick you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE.
And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
A Slender Man story - Chapter TwoBecome One with the Trees - Chapter Two
Time to Meet Your Maker
"Mr. Ambrose, you do realize how uncalled for and disruptive your actions were, do you?"
I stood outside the Principal's office, eavesdropping on the conversation. I peeked through the small crack in the door. Zephyr sat in one of the blue plush office chairs, slouched and evidently pissed off. He balled his hands into fists, preventing blood circulation and turning them white.
"You don't understand," He growled. "That bastard did it all." He insisted. His accent caught on the word 'bastard' and I couldn't help but smile. He flexed and unflexed his hands, patiently waiting for the principal's response.
"Well, Mr. Ambrose, if you could tell me what he did, maybe I would have a better chance of understanding." Principal Delphis said, taking a sip of coffee. Zephyr slouched deeper into the chair.
"He killed him, for Pete's Sake! The bloke killed Emrys!"
Mr. Delphis's forehead wrinkled and he folded his hands together, leaning
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