Later,
K.
Is just me

On the sidelines. WIPThe whistle blows and the mashing of bodies begins. I sit on the familiar bench, behind the coach, furthest down the line. Dressed in all my gear and ready to play.On the sidelines. WIP
At least that's what I remember. That excitement, uncertainty, even that sense of fear was a welcoming emotion. It all reminded me that I was, in fact, alive.
But now I sit up in the bleachers, my body cold from the cool morning air as I stare down into the dead and silent feild below. My arm is broken, it hurts to breath and to boot I have been told I'll never get a shot at being in the spot light again....Though I never really understood what a spot lig


WorknotinprogressAs I read I feel like I am being drained of all meaning. As I watch what you said and see what you did, I start to shiver. No this cant be true. I must be over reacting. Yeah! Thats it, over reacting. But wait. Youve done this before, did you ever really stop? Just what am I to you? Am I really that special to you? Because you have a funny way of showing it. I sit here now and I wonder. These uneasy feelings and shakes that I get. Are you really ready for me yet? I ask you and you say you love me.Worknotinprogress
Yet I notice you love everybody. You even se
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A fallen angel destined to fly; broken and crazy but too strong to cry...
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am living on INK ... (
" Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and iam not sure about the universe! "
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