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WAS BORN 09.09.11 
Will I ever come back here? Well, it's a good question I can't respond sincerely 
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WAITING 4 THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER
6 min read
BELIEVE ME, I'M MORE SCARED THAN YOU ARE SURPRISED ABOUT THIS FACT 
BTW... IT'S A GIRL.... MIKAELA: ARE THERE ANY MIKAELAS ON DA? IF THAT'S YOUR NAME OR YOU HAVE A FRIEND CALLED MIKAELA, LET ME KNOW AND SHE WILL RECEIVE A JOURNAL FEATURE FROM ME 
and she is very talented 
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INTENSE ART CONTEST WINNERS!!!
10 min read
Hi my wonderful contest participators 
Again a thousand thanx for all your beautiful/original/intense entries! 
You are just awesome guys!! 
The big moment for all of you is coming right now
I have big pleasure to present you the winners:
the first place
the second place
the third place winners
the fourth place winner
the fifth place winners
and
the sixth place winners
and
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honorable mentions
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Again a thousand thanx for all your beautiful/original/intense entries! You are just awesome guys!! The big moment for all of you is coming right now
I have big pleasure to present you the winners:
the first place the second place the third place winners extinguishedand
I observe the man waking up and I feel every ache in his body before he does. He sits up suddenly as his mind registers the messages his nerves are sending it. A stiff sheet is encasing his body which is resting on a hard surface, and no light is reaching his eyes nor sounds his ears. A jolt of pain runs through his spine. I savor his agony, wishing I was closer to him. He tries to look around, but the blinding darkness is unyielding to all but my eyes. The rustling of the sheet breaks the silence while he tries to examine his situation logically. I know that the possibilities flitting through his mind are all wrong because I do not sense him thinking about me, but then again his situation is hardly logical and the human mind tends to avoid thinking of me.
The man is unable to figure out where he is and is not able to dwell on reality yet so he turns his mind to the past. All week he had been looking forward to that dinner, the one night a year he had no responsibilities other than to
the fourth place winner the fifth place winners and
the sixth place winners and Mature Content
honorable mentions
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Sticks and bonesshe
is fragility.
There are snowflakes
in her eyes;
she's the type of girl
who keeps her secrets
between the ridges
of her vertebrae,
threaded amongst
the nerves. One
gasp after another,
buttercup-
petal skin is
s t r e t c h e d
over her (sparrow's)
skeleton.
[she couldn't bring herself to
fly.]
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