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    dots Submission Name: A Piece of the Pastdots

    Author: wickedwoman
    ASL Info:    16/F/North Hills CA
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 10/4/4
    Words: 104
    Class/Type: Deep Thought/Serious
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       On December 8, 2005 a fifteen year old girl walks down an empty street after getting off the bus. This girl was a runnaway living at the park. As she was walking a man drives up next to her, stops and asks her if she would like a ride somewhere. The girl was cold and desperatley wanted to feel the heat on the inside of the car. The young girl told him to drop her off around the left corner (she didn't want him to know she was a runnaway). Instead the man pulled into the parking lot of a park, the same one she slept at and...

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    dotsA Piece of the Pastdots

    Let me take away the thing that helps you give new life. It reminds me of a memory I can't stand, litterally. Holding on to the dressor I try to keep my balance. The floor sways underneath me and I close my eyes. Tears spring to my eyes as the memory plays in my head...

    ....the smell of his truck, the deep edge in his voice when he said "sex".... fearfully I did everything I was told... searing pain....I could barely breath..... his face a blurr....a white blob.... a tall thin fragile body.... 9:00. It's done its over with.

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      I.... well, poems like these, as common as they tend to be, always choke me up. Theres something about the reality it brings to light, the hidden secret society trys to hide away... that happens to so many. It flares up inside of me, and makes me want to lash out, but I dont know what or how to help. Regardless.. I enjoyed your second paragraph, the dots, the split second thoughts, they helped progress the time. The first paragraph could use some work, it doesnt couple well with the second one. Either way the poem flowed well... and it was... sad, but nice to read. Hope it meant something to get that piece of the past out there into the open, hope things are better now.
    | Posted on 2008-06-18 00:00:00 | by Passionbyapathy | [ Reply to This ]

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