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You want to tell someone.
But how can you begin to tell?
Who do you tell?
Where do you go? Who do you turn to?
Who will listen?
Who will care?
Who will have open arms?
Who will shield us with their wings?
Who will take my hand and guide us to the end of time?
But the only wings I have are shattered... crippled like glass.
And I cannot find the strength to fly.
I cannot find the voice to cry out and say: ''Help me. Please help me.''
- A poem by S. Chowdhurry, my sister; written a year after her rape
Literature, Poetry, Short Stories and other
DarknessIn the darkness of a thousand nightsDarkness by *TaintedRose8156
Dystopian, Gothic-fantasy Project w/ RapeCross-posted HERE @ LJ (you have to confirm you're 18+ yrs to see it)Dystopian, Gothic-fantasy Project w/ Rape by ~JDNight
A Big Thank You!:iconrose5plz::iconrose6plz::iconrose7plz::iconrose1plz::iconrose-2plz::iconrose3plz::iconrose4plz:A Big Thank You! by ~Queen-Asante
Alex's Story- An Ed, Edd n' Eddy fanstoryI've been meaning to do this for awhile, and since I'm kind of blue today and bored, I made a fanvid of Alex's past, a tragic but awesome EEnE OC created by :iconmisjudgment: I just created a YouTube account today so I can upload this video.Alex's Story- An Ed, Edd n' Eddy fanstory by ~Queen-Asante
More Info on Post-Apocalyptic Project (Part 1)Cross-posted HERE @ LiveJournalMore Info on Post-Apocalyptic Project (Part 1) by ~JDNight
Easter (and the space of you)At 30, I chaseEaster (and the space of you) by *bloodawni
cola with chocolate
and tears, and I build
a new lifeline--
the space of you
not filling, simply
(17 years of echoes
could never erase you from me
and i still look for the man
you could have been
and the boy
you never were--)
because at 13, I chased
peace, wished for
the ending of you
and it came. I opened
a new wound--
Jesus dying on the cross
and you in his arms
instead of mine.
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