January 2010
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soft copy.
i have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out. they will edit us and say some parts are no good. but i want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation, and your occasional misspelling. you see my torn pages and my broken spine, but you read me anyway.
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Abortion Parental Consent Act.
In 1995 a pro-life group came up with the following slogan: “My daughter needs my permission to take an asprin. She ought to have my permission to get an abortion.”
Since then, pro-life and pro-choice groups have been bashing heads, pro-life in favor of the Illinois government requiring girls seventeen and under to notify parents before having an abortion.
In July of 2009, this was...
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formspring.me →
ask me anything.
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13. dear ____,
dear ____, chances are, you will never read this, and if you do, i hope you forget it right away. i hope you think it’s about anyone else but you, that you shrug it off and think of something else as soon as you click it (me) away. i hope you think that you were too insignificant and that too much time has passed for me to still be writing you; i hope you don’t think about how my heart...
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12. tin soldiers.
when you return from the war, your eyes will be wider and you will be more beautiful than you ever have been before. you will have seen things too terrible to talk about and i will kiss the curtains under your eyes and tell you that you taste like sand. we will lie on the roof of your parents house, the cobalt shingles cold beneath our spines, and you will give me parts of stories broken beyond...
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11. golden pt 2.
i don’t say anything. donna keeps her eyes locked on me and smirks and that’s the last thing i remember before i pass out. — i am a sophomore in high school with a soft voice and fragments of poems in my pocket. i think in complete sentences but without a clue on how to punctuate them. i’m all mixed up and this morning i’m waking up on the floor of some kid’s...