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You Don't Want Me Anymore
You Don’t Want Me Anymore To go from sweet something to nothing is painful Lying awake at night wondering what went wrong as my thoughts are insatiable. Each second goes by as I feel the ache of not being able to speak to you. Do you not see all that I did for you? I was there to help you out in small ways that I could. You took my help and I felt I made a difference, rather than feeling it was a mistake that I would. You don’t see the tears that I have cried. Was something else at play you told me about or was something you just lied? One day I hope true love will show up in my life. I am tired of this emotional ride. As someone told me about love that when I find the ‘right one it won’t hurt’. It won’t hurt from secrecy. It won’t hurt from deception to me. It won’t hurt from ignoring and not texting. Can’t you see? It won’t hurt. One day, if God wills it, then I’ll meet this person deemed my husband. I wonder will I meet him slow or will he rush in? One day, he will want me and be as
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You Don't Want Me Anymore
You Don’t Want Me Anymore To go from sweet something to nothing is painful Lying awake at night wondering what went wrong as my thoughts are insatiable. Each second goes by as I feel the ache of not being able to speak to you. Do you not see all that I did for you? I was there to help you out in small ways that I could. You took my help and I felt I made a difference, rather than feeling it was a mistake that I would. You don’t see the tears that I have cried. Was something else at play you told me about or was something you just lied? One day I hope true love will show up in my life. I am tired of this emotional ride. As someone told me about love that when I find the ‘right one it won’t hurt’. It won’t hurt from secrecy. It won’t hurt from deception to me. It won’t hurt from ignoring and not texting. Can’t you see? It won’t hurt. One day, if God wills it, then I’ll meet this person deemed my husband. I wonder will I meet him slow or will he rush in? One day, he will want me and be as
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Eyes watch from the isolated, tinted room, high on a platform as many workers walk back and forth. Echoes of coordinates being read aloud from the computer fill the viewer’s ears. The eyes shift back to the computer screen as an image of the world rotates zooming in on the coordinates.
“Is it time?” The woman spoke. She was behind a purple-pink mask, draped with a long similar color overcoat, gloves and a matching scarf around her mouth.
The female computer replies coordinates as the other female voice echoes. “Yes it is time.”
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A smile came over Connors face as he moved his chair to the right next to Otto as Dr. Octavius explained the situation. He nodded a few times and then raised his brows. The smile on his face then faded into a frown. ".....that's very horrifying. " The lines on the chart then leap and the R letter changes again to C letter as Spidey's eyes flicker open. He squints even in the dim room hearing the voices.
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Rosie walked in the room to join Dr. Connors and Ock. "
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There on a grassy hill, under a large white tree stood Cassia Sparkez and her seven year old sister Alison. Cassia pushes Alison higher on the swing attached to the enormous far reaching-limbed tree. Cassia, 18 ½ years old, did like the quality time with her very light haired sister. She however did not like the responsibility of watching her.
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The two small, dark -featured boys kick the soccer ball playfully faster and faster under the sun's pounding heat in Oaxaca, Mexico (their favorite sport). The goofy younger one, ten years old, runs ahead to wait for his mostly mean streaked brother-12 to kick it.
The older brother impatiently teases him. The youngest stubs his nose and stepping back, trips backwards. The ball rolls hilariously past him. His brother laughs. The young one is insulted, furrows his brows and then spits on the ground. He huffs and then flips over on his feet. He bends down rubbing his short black sweaty hair.
The smallest child next brushes, w
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One song, One song
One Song
The pulsating beats of the drum
Each rapid melodies merge into one
-one song
Shaking swiveling the body happily moves
Snapping feet on the ground grooves
-one song
Hearts race like wild horses now
Together breathing runs flooding under a plough
-one song
Flashing lights break upon the ceiling
Dancers become exhausted they desire kneeling
-one song
They sit to regain their used strength
Dancing was fun at arm's length
-one song
Repetition came and now has gone
The last song was with Sean
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Harry Osborn © Marvel
Cheryl Gerard © Me
It was a chilly night in the Osborn mansion. Harry stared into the mirror like he always had. Snowflakes fell softly the ground. Jack frost visited Harry's glass doors. He should have changed them for more heat-saving expenses; however, the city landscape was something he could stare out into and wonder.
The cold air nibbled at his toes. He felt their approach and slipped on his father's green slippers and then preceded to the glass doors.
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