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Losers - Third Time's a Charm

Third Time’s a Charm Apparently, before Jensen joined the Losers, they Didn’t Do Holidays. Holidays were a luxury the Losers could rarely afford. Christmas was usually the only one they could count on, and they’d missed it twice (once just after Pooch joined, and he’d been useless and mopey the whole day…Jensen would’ve loved to see that). Sometimes they could get Thanksgiving or Independence Day (that one was especially nice, because a set of dogtags and a military ID could get them all shit-faced on less than ten bucks). They didn’t even bother with birthdays. Jensen put a stop to that boring shit ri

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Cold And Lonely Night

I remember all those nights In which you used to come Just when I was about to fall asleep. You used to sweetly kiss my lips And the whisper "Night time" Or "Bed Time" while hugging me. You used to lay down in my tiny bed And hug me so close to you, Sharing your warmth with me. Because not even all the blankets Could make me feel as warm As one of those hugs by you. Then we used to talk about our days, And only when we both were done, We used to kiss for a long moment. And before closing our eyes To give in and start sleeping, We used to whisper "I love you" To each other, just because. But now I find myself all alone, In a bed that see

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Cold And Lonely Night by VanePyroRocker, literature

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Cold And Lonely Night

long distance love by hushed-lullabies, literature

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long distance love

I wish body pillows Acted like teleportation devices And when you clutched yours It would put me beside you I wish blankets Were like magic carpets And we could use ours To fly to one another I wish computer screens Would let us reach to others And I could pull you through And into my arms I wish we could feel each other When we clutch pillows and blankets And pretend they're each other So our dreams can somewhat come true

Fix by FreeSpirit69, literature

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Fix

it's been awhile. i've missed you they all think that its over, but... i'm not ready to quit you sometimes, when i'm feeling suffocated, its nice to think about giving in, to remember how it feels to just give in, and how it feels to get that fix.

How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature

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How to love a girl who can't love herself.

one. When she cries herself to sleep six out of seven nights a week you must say nothing. You must simply take her in your arms and kiss her gaunt, pale cheeks and wait for her to slumber at the sound of your heart. two. On the days where she wishes she were part of the stars, tell her no. Tell her that there are too many lights in the sky and that just one would be forgotten the moment you looked away from it. Tell her that she is perfect the way she is: completely human. three. Don't let her think about the scars that no one but her can see. If she says

The Curse of the Fangirl by QuiEstInLiteris, literature

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The Curse of the Fangirl

There are few things that vampires loathe more than fangirls. It was bad enough when Ann Lentils popularised the genre, simultaneously transforming the respectable bloodsucker into a circus of existential angst and sexual ambiguity, but when that Oscar Meyer person added guilt, glitter, and raging teenage hormones to the mix, the Great Game began to feel the strain of a threat. The threat did not take the form of a sudden proliferation of well-informed slayers armed with the Eucharist, or the Magen David, or even with pointy things. The threat took the form of a spate of homicides driven, it seems, by the sheer bloody desire to make the twee

Child games by SleepingLizards, literature

Hobbies 2 by LolitaDemoness, literature

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Hobbies 2

Keri Muffet School has been sorta strange lately. I mean, not your average everyday strange like teachers suddenly not bombarding you with homework, but the strange police get involved with. People going missing. First George, then Mother Goose… I heard they found bodies, too, all hacked apart and decayed. People have started try to pull their kids out of school, they want to transfer them to a public school on the other side of town, but the police won't let them because they want to question all of us, like we actually know anything. Questioning us was actually the first thing my teacher mentioned in homeroom today. She mentioned it

fragment02 by WeAreTheDoobs, literature

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fragment02

I promised myself I'd use the word "Amorphous" In a poem Sooner or later Frankly, I think Using it to describe Whatever shred of Personality, Identity I have left Is in bad taste It's like calling oneself Shapeless in nature Or, perhaps It could imply a transience Of form An ever-changing mass Taking on the countenance Of others My reflection in a nearby stream Backlit by the midday sun Shows a figure filled with Words Chicken scratch Mismatched figures and symbols Misshapen letters Poking through the skin Like frayed and fractured Fragments of bone A passing thought Maybe "Amorphous" Isn't so bad I could ge

A Quick Prose About a Cutter by bo-caj, literature

If Insanity Spoke by MunkySeeMunkyDu, literature

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If Insanity Spoke

Have you ever looked yourself, right in the eye? Found yourself intimidated, even scared? Were your eyes open, but giving nothing away? Dead behind the eyes? but that's just a cliché Laughing to yourself, when nothing is funny? Call a doctor! your mentally disturbed HAHA. You're not quite bi-polar, but not normal either. You're screaming with pain and anger. Like a baby who's teething. But you don't understand this anger, Just looking intensely at the mirror, waiting for something to happen. But nothing does, and you start laughing. HAHAHAHA.

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