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I Miss You

Sometimes I just want people to understand more. Is it that hard to ask? Is it that hard to even care? It makes me worry, what the world would be like when those who care are no longer here. Would there still be people who'd lend out a hand to those who're alone or helpless? Would there still be people who'd care enough to sacrifice? Is it that hard to find that special someone, who'd care for you... who'd worry about you, who'd asked you, "How was your day?" and amorously grasp you in their arms, telling you everything will be fine? I'm looking for that person. I've been looking for sixteen years of my life already. Where you are?

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I Miss You by anniecheng09, literature

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I Miss You

Perfect Strangers by anniecheng09, literature

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Perfect Strangers

We met in the bathroom — or so I thought. The moment I saw him in the girls' bathroom, I could tell he had guilt imprinted in every pore of his beautifully textured face. However, he had not expected me to walk past him without asking why he was there. Instead, I went along doing what I first went to the bathroom to do. After giving my bladder a break coming out of the stall, he was gone. I strolled comfortably to the sink. I was about to open the faucet when a faint chemical smell shot up my nostrils. When I woke up, I was wearing nothing but my baby blue bra and matching panties. My appendages were tied together; hands around my b

Me And My Ideal World by anniecheng09, literature

Words to Mom - '11 by anniecheng09, literature

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Words to Mom - '11

Don't worry. He will always be watching you. For what you've done until now, more or less, you will be appreciated. Mistakes are unavoidable, though, they are forgivable. Don't overly stress yourself -- He will lessen the weight for you. Don't constantly blame yourself -- He made you who you are. And don't be easily -- He is merely challenging you. For a strong person like you, I'd say, He has taught you well. My mom is a brave and optimistic person, right? Then don't give up on yourself, keep pacing for the people who love you. He is watching -- God will be watching.

A Year Later by anniecheng09, literature

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A Year Later

12 months later, Will I forget That there was once A person I adored? 52 weeks later, Will I remember What it was like To be held in your arms? 365 days later, Will your warmth Still accompany me Like those cold nights we've had together? 8,765 hours later, Will you still Hold my hands Until they're the same temperature? 31,556,926 seconds later, Will there still be "us"? A year later, Will I remember I had once fallen in love? Will I still be able To see our shadows Collapse with each other? Will I remain faithful, And love you even after 31,556,926 seconds? Whether it's 8,765 hours, Or 365 days, 52 weeks, Or even

Sweet Twenty by anniecheng09, literature

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Sweet Twenty

"Mom," I strolled into the kitchen, pretending to get a drink, "I'm turning sixteen this year." Yanking open the fridge, I peaked over my shoulder to see her reaction. "That's great." My mom continued sucking on her cigarette. "Sweet sixteen." I pulled out Dad's bottle of coke from the fridge and clutched it in my hands. She leaned back against the counter, letting her curly, chestnut hair fall above the sink. "Am I getting anything special?" I finally gave in and put the coke back in the fridge. "You're not drinking that?" A puff of hoary smoke raced through my mom's teeth. I sighed heavily. "Mom…" My mom has a habit of changing

Teach Me How To Love by anniecheng09, literature

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Teach Me How To Love

"It's Christmas today. Can I hear your answer?" I read on Google Talk the moment I opened my Gmail. "What about Christmas?" I typed back immediately, slightly agitated. Why can't he let go? "Most lovers get their answers on Christmas…" I leaned back on my chair and sighed. "I gave you my answer a long time ago." "Not even a little bit of that feeling remains?" "No." And there never was that feeling. By then I was annoyed for the fact that I had given him my answer two months ago – before he turned into a jerk. "Fine! Fine, then." That was the last I heard from him. Two months ago, he had said he loved me. He had always been

S O R R O W by anniecheng09, literature

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Two Seconds by anniecheng09, literature

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Two Seconds

"Don't you think good times pass by so fast?" I looked at him. "What do you mean?" "It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times." "I don't get you." I stood up. The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today. There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; t

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