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I hate this body I am stuck in

this is part two..

i'm getting better without you.

A letter to my mom about how I feel

It's tough being autistic.

A series of questions I put into lyrics for someone.

I swear that's all I was born to be.

A poem about someone I loved

Looking back at your happiest moments never felt so sad.

Love at its worst.

so i heard this song and it got me thinking.

Bren's pov. Bren goes to the memorial and reads some of Jace's work.

This is a song I wrote beacuse I am going through a tough time with my friend and my health.

A song I wrote...Again...GIVE ME FEEDBACK!

Bren´s pov. Bren visits his grave

Bren´s pov. Psychiatrist appointment

Hi... this is a true story happened with me last night.... I am so happy and grateful... I hope u see this... the one who gave me the courage to talk to him

Bren´s pov The book club turns out better than he thought.

Bren wears his clothes, uses his shampoo, and ignores the world around him. (Bren´s pov.)

Bren Sear´s pov. Bren sleeps in his hoodie and wears his shoes even though they are two sizes to big

Niko Sato and Riley Rodriguez, half-brother and half-sister. Riley, son of Joshua Rodriguez and Storm Sato-Rodriguez. Harper, daughter of Tokyo Sato and Storm Sato-Rodriguez.

this was a test of controversy between me and this song.

A letter to an ex-best friend asking what happened to their friendship.

trust funds, on the run...

Our hearts have a mind of their own. No matter how much your true love will hurt you, you will always love them. Shame!

i'm lost and now i'm paying the cost

For those who have lost their beloved to the ruthless vice of war.

It's not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow.

I want to tell this to a person.

Part three of Saying I Love You.....

Sayla is slowly falling in love but what if who she falls in love with doesn't love her..

I don't know...

This Poem is originally about a broken hearted girl. My best friend and I both experienced heart break at a young age and were able to work together to write this piece.

This tells the story of an abused girl never truly feeling accepted by anyone.

Every teenager has their first love, first broken heart, but not every person sees it the way I did.

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

This is the last part of the series. I WILL do a series of their college life '^'

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

8 things you never understood, And a thousand more I wish I could. 7 places to go alone, Arguments over the phone.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

I love you more than you'll ever know

A killer, a child, and the beauty of fresh blood in the snow, a plot twist as gracefully breathtaking as her long, golden bronze hair. Warnings: death, murder.

This poem is about that one person that means the world to you.

Something I wrote in my English class :/

Scary story. I tried, ok?

A girl with no words left to say has to have an answer for a question no one wants. 'what would You do?'