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Heyy hey im Carson yes im a girl..i love to talk and if u ever want to have some fun just pm me and we can have all the fun u want... haha i loveth poke random people -pokkkes- hehe yesh yesh i is bi smile dont judge meh cuz i dont judge u!!! im very fun to be around i like to joke around ALOT xD




boy:wats up?
girl: nm u
boy: i got my G.E.D.
girl: OMG!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!
boy: yeah thanx
girl: i have to tell you something
boy: go ahead
girl: well i love you. i always have, i cared about you and your always in my heart
boy: that's cool i love you too but your too young, you're 14 and I'm 17
girl: but i love you, age shouldn't matter
boy:i know you do and i love you but i found this girl and she's my age
girl: i just thought........ (crying she logs off)
. . .
the next day the boy turns on the news and hears that a 14 yr old girl cut her wrists and wrote on the wall "Age never matters" The boy then receives a call from the girl he chose and she says "I'm leaving you for the one i love." that night the boy hang himself and writes on the wall"she's right. Age doesn't matter. I love you and always will."
IF YOU AGREE AGE SHOULDN'T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU LOVE THEM THEN RE-POST THIS
*~Kiss on lips = I love you~*
Kiss on nose = your special
Kiss on ear = I adore you
Kiss on shoulder = your mine
Kiss on cheek = friendship
Kiss on fore head = comfort
Kiss anywhere else = be carefull
Smiling at each other = I like you
Staring = your cute or pretty
Looking at each other = I like you
Holding hands = happiness
Hugs = they care
Slap on the a** = interested
Arm around the waist = i need you
Breathing in your ear = warming up
Raising eyebrows = flirting~*
Looking around = hide`n there feelings
Squeeze on hand = dont leave
Tear drop = im losing you
Crying = I lost you
Pick the color of
the shirt you are wearing::

White - because im sexy as hell
Black - because I love weed
Grey - because I have AMAZING boobs
Red - Becase the lil people told me to
Blue - because I'm pimp and your jealous
Polka Dots - because I hate my life
Purple - because I'm gay
Pink - Because I'm a Fun drunk
Other - because I have double D's
Green - because im a god(dess) in bed
Orange - because I smoke crack
Turqoise - because I have a noodle in my nose
Brown - because my moma made me
Shirtless - because I've

Here is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me. child abuse, MAKE IT END


ok so hey heres my new poem hope u like
I Wonder....
I wonder if he thinks about me,
When it's quiet and he's alone.
I wonder if he rememebers my number,
when he looks at the phone.
I wonder if her remembers the smile,
I gave so freely to him,
or our special little talks,
When all the lights are dim.
I wonder if he ever stops,
to think about me now and then,
to wonder how im doing,
or maybe how i've been.
I wonder if he hurts inside,
whenever they play our song.
I wonder if he yearns for me,
when a couple strolls along.
I wonder if the memories,
keep him awake at night.
I wonder if he wishs,
we never had that fight.
I wonder and i questions,
until all my wondering runs out.
But I still wonder if he wonders,
what im thinking about......
THE
END