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The More by ~eugeniaclara

Fighting for Love        Isn't it funny how a girl can mean so much to a boy? They call it romantic. Not age thirteen, at age thirteen, it's not love, it's biology; let someone test their blood and tell them they're fine. But these are just kids: they know little about biology and less about love. That's the way it always is. You learn a lot and lose even more, but don't tell that to the boys in this story. They don't know that.
        Yet.

        Anyone would have noticed how the two boys' gazes lingered on the girl; she was the one thFighting for Love by =jonathoncomfortreed

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The LossI can't think I can't breathe I don't know where I'm going or where I've been or If I'm really here at all is this some sort of dream am I dead am I here does it even matter any more? I'm falling, falling, falling, falling I've hit rock bottom I've found a shovel I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging and I've hit gold and I've found riches but I don't need them there's no point in them so I'm still digging and I've hit oil and I'm covered in thick oil and it's dark and it disgusting and I can't breathe and I can't see and I can't do anything because I'm still digging and the oil is filling up my lungs and I can't breathe and I'm still diggingThe Loss by ~IceFarie

The Hidden Truth of Metaphors  The little girl pointed to a tramp slumped in the unseen depths of the bustling high street, and tugged on her mother's raincoat, 'Mummy,' asked the girl, 'What is that man?'
  Pulling her daughter along, the mother said, 'He is a metaphor for all that matters in the world, my child, he is an inspiration both to you and me. His life is harsh, and his clothes are caked in mud and mould, but still he carries on. Quivering through existence like the way a candle flame burns on the 24th of December. That man is the key to human endurance.'
  This answer satisfied the girl, and she did not speak again until she saThe Hidden Truth of Metaphors by ~Peghan

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Just Another Beggar ChildDirty tear stained face
Grubby clothes.
Filthy little child.

No home, no family, no money.
Alone in the streets.
Tiny hands outstretched
Towards cars passing by.
Filthy little child.

No hopes, aspirations, dreams.
Griefstricken, alone, unloved.
Pain, hunger and suffering.
Disease ridden
Flea infested
Filthy little child
Your days are fewJust Another Beggar Child by ~elle-crimsontears

Just a child - 4Please mister, just one cent?
I don't know when I last ate.
Please mister, my tummy's sore.
I need food before it's too late.

You see my daddy lost it all.
And mum left him and me.
Daddy used to play cards.
So please mister hear my plea.

He lost it all, even the house.
I'm trying to earn it all back.
But every time I earn a dime.
He takes it to the racetrack.

Please mister, just some bread?
So I'll survive the night.
It's weird how cold it gets
As the streets empty of light.

Please mister, listen to me.
Make my story known.
Tell others about my pain.
So I know I'm not alone.

Tell them about my daddy,
A misguided, addictedJust a child - 4 by ~Cahotic

Ode II.When I was a first-year medical student at fresher events, people used to say to me, "Oh wow, I bet you see lots of amazing stuff!" The simple answer to that was not really, not at that time. I'd been a medical student for a few weeks. No, I can't diagnose your knee problem or advise you which tablet you should be taking for your sinusitis. I've only got a few weeks on you. I certainly don't have stories of the weird and wonderful to share with you, much as I'd like to.

I think that the only time I've really sat down and reflected on this, is right now, almost at the end of my fourth year. This is when it strikes me how much has changed sincOde II. by `Exillior

maybe sometimes.there was a boy and a girl that lay awake amidst condos and houses nestled fast asleep by the quiet murmurs of traffic. they were chuckling softly by the a light post, humming along to crazed noises (which may be referred to as music if you so desire) and drawing inky constellations on each other's fingers. he knelt softly, caressing her knee as he gently scribbled a messy heart on her mangled shoe. it was sloppy and careless and didn't connect at the ends but she thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. she in turn carefully drew the heart of a perfectionist, colored in with love and purity and hope with the hope that he too woumaybe sometimes. by ~momo-madness

AloneHe sat there in the darkness of the world.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing was important.

His loneliness was drowning him.

He tried to find the one he loved. He tried so hard, but every time he failed.

Was life meaningless?

Ciel stared at his reflection through a shard of a mirror, long since broken. What he saw was fake, completely fake. No matter how much he wished it was real, it wasn't.

There, behind him, in the mirror stood the one he loved. The blonde's arm's wrapped around his neck with that playful smirk on as always. His blue eyes filled with mischief.

Alois Trancy was right there in the mirror, yet no where to be found outside it.Alone by ~WolfFrenzy

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