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posted by niceapril
Now I'm curious 'cos I wanna know,
why does some people not wanna be an emo?
We always get called 'emo' and it makes us content,
we actually take it as a compliment.

'Cos we emos are cool in our own way,
we Amore being emo night and day.
We listen to songs with actual meaning,
and we don't like Mariah Carey o do cleaning.

We ignore strangers who tend to stare,
'cos they're stupid and we don't care.
We don't pretend to be something we're not,
we're sooo cool and totally hot.

If we're angry then we cuss,
we swear at people who dis us.
One last thing that we're missing,
we are very good at kissing!
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posted by alex1201
NOV. 23 1987
(Chapter 2)

I'm running. I can't breath. I'm scared. What's going to happen to me? I dont wanna go. Why did I do it. But wait wouldn't it be counted as self defense? He made me do it. But it felt so good. Watching him fall felt so good. Watching him die felt so good to witness. I made it to a phone. I dialed 911. It rang. Suddleny it answered.

"hello" the voice said.

"Hello, umm I did something that was bad, that I shouldn't have done."

'What did u do miss-ummmm miss.....?"

"Ummm...I can't say who iam."

"Fine dear what happened?"

"I killed someone. He's still there. Lying there."

"is the...
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That giorno was the opening night of the play, I was nervous because I had to baciare my best friend, which was weird. At least he was not a stranger. It went through the play, and When we kissed on the baciare scene I felt something that I had never felt before about him, when he drove me home I detto nothing. 'are te ok, Accelia.' Kenndell asked me looking away from the steering wheel and at me. 'yeah, why wouldn't I be?' I detto looking down. But before he could respond I was out the car door to my house. He watched me confused. The successivo morning I had to see him, he was going to drive us to school.(he...
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posted by alex1201
CHAPTER 1 [continued]
nov. 23 1987

i sat there. puzzled. scared. i could feel my eyes starting to sting with the tears i should've cried when i was feeling the pain. i thought i could trust him! he was there for me when my mother died. he came around the corner. i sat still. barely breathing.

"hey beatiful" he detto as if nothing happened. i just sat there.

"hello? i'm talking to you. listen i didn't want to. i had to." my thought was why he had to. i looked the other way. he started to stroke my hair.

" i Amore you." and he kissed my cheek. "come on. i'll take te home."

when i finally made it home...
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