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So Far Gone: Part 2 by Fakin-u-out, literature

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So Far Gone: Part 2

No One Thinks It's Coming, But Then Again, Does Anyone? No. People Don't Like Thinking About Things Like That, Do They? No, They Don't. I Know I Don't. It Just Happens...Like Death. No One Talks About It, No One Looks For it, But It's Always There. It Waits For It's Moment To Strike. All Bad Things Are Like That. That's How I Know It's Coming. This How I Felt When Grandma Died...Whenever I lose Someone I care About. Will I Always Be Forced To Live In Waiting While Everyone Else Gets To Float By In Total Ignorance? Will I Always Be The One Expecting The Worst While Everyone Shakes There Head? Stop Being Silly, Little Girl, Go Pla

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Save Me by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Save Me

I cry, I weep alone with no comfort. My friends and family leave without a word. No one does care; I feel my face contort. To think I even matter is absurd. To deal with life is just too much to bear. A will to live, I cannot seem to shape. With none to ever see me cry, I fear To die would be my only true escape. I work so hard to make them all so proud. My search for mounds of praise shall never end. I wish I could disappear with no sound. Another life, I wish someone could lend. For arms to hold and comfort me, I weep. To God one day I'm sure to make my leap.

Don't Leave Me by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Don't Leave Me

The bright sunlight seemed almost unnatural on the breezy October morning. The large grassy area was empty of people, for which the seventeen year-old Riley Marx was glad when she approached her former boyfriend. She brushed a stray curl of her bouncy red hair from beneath her thin glasses. A single tear fell from her eye, as she steadily grew closer. Finally, she reached the young man in front of her. She stretched out her delicate hand to touch his cheek, but drew back at the last moment. "Jackson?" she whispered in her soft southern drawl. Riley gave a small, forced smile and looked up to the sky. "Jackson. Why would you do this

Break Away by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Break Away

"I'm sorry!" Kelsie shouted at the crowd of former friends. Tears were streaming down her face as she tucked a stray strand of strawberry blonde hair behind one ear. "Don't apologize to them Kelsie!" her best friend Jonathon yelled back over the insults thrown at them and the cries of rage. "We haven't done anything to them!" Kelsie gaped at Jonathon and tried to summon the courage that he had. Kelsie searched wildly for just one friendly face amidst the hateful ones. All she saw to help her were the ones also being attacked. Jonathon was to her right with a fiery look in his gray eyes. To her left were two of the most unlikely people

Silence by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Silence

It's quiet. I feel empty with no one to understand. My parents sympathize –it's true- But they are disappointed. My sister raises an eyebrow. How was I to understand the repercussions? The Creed isn't that important, Is it? My silence wasn't that loud, Was it? I still believe, Don't I? God has not forsaken me, Has he? I wish I had stayed silent with my doubts. It's quiet.

Forgotten by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Forgotten

I see you across the room. You look up and smile wide. You cry a hello. I smile and laugh in excitement. The band plays loud. We struggle to hear over the noise. We flirt and laugh and sing and play games. We have our jokes…our secrets…our own friendly fun. And finally I think things are going to change for us. And then the door opens behind us. You turn in hopeful glee. You grin, seeing the girl before us. You say nothing as you jog over to her. As you greet her and hug her and stay with her. And as many times before…I am forgotten. I sigh and look toward our next meeting. I think of the fun we'll have until she

Will it Never End? by Fakin-u-out, literature

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Will it Never End?

My God, I thought to myself, it's freezing in here. I looked around the bare room and then at my reflection one-way room. I fingered my mousy brown hair in disgust. I rubbed my gray eyes with my fist and tried not to yawn in spite of my sleepiness. Why do they still even use those stupid things? With all of the cop shows on T.V., everybody knows they're there. I sat in the room for what seemed like an eternity. I knew they were trying to get to me what with the temperature and all. I don't know what they thought they would get out of me. I'm not some airhead bimbo like every other girl in my school. Finally, a man walked in. I reco

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United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: My Basement
Favourite genre of music: 80s - 90s - 60s - Rock - Broadway
Favourite photographer: Diane Arbus
Favourite cartoon character: Batman

Favourite Visual Artist

Edvard Munch - Claude Monet - Jackson Pollock

Favourite Movies

Star Wars - The Godfather Trilogy - Interview with a Vampire

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Beatles - Queen - David Bowie - Duran Duran - Amy Lee

Favourite Writers

Phillipa Gregory - Anthony Burgess

Favourite Games

Settlers of Catan - The Sims 2

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Music - Books - Movies - Friends and Family

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Fakin-u-out

Oct 14, 2008

Devious Journal Entry

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I'm so unhappy..

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Fakin-u-out

Oct 12, 2008

Screw it

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So I have yet to update since basically I left high school.  Meh...I dont know.  Man I can't wait to go home. Damn...its a funny feeling...watching your friends walking away as you get up from a really great tackle.  Its great knowing they were hungry so they decided you werent worth supporting in your final match.  Its also great when tehy spend the whole fucking time taking pictures of girls grabbing eachother with your camera rather than of you to send to your parents. Its fucking awesome. God...I want to go home...

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Fakin-u-out

Jun 19, 2008

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Well.  Its official.  High School is over and college is just around the bend.  I was really pleased that my last ever high school class was painting.  I found that painting was something I really came to enjoy. Its comforting you know?  Anyway I hope to put a few up here and see what happens. Other than that stuff, I'm doing pretty well too.  Not much has been going on and I've been able to just sort of float along. Then again I wish something would happen, you know?  Something unexpected and exciting.  Who knows, maybe this summer something will?