

heartbrokenA HEARTBROKEN POEM:heartbroken
but now what i know about him is all a lie. he's changed for the worse. i can't bear to talk to him anymore. his words eat at my heart- or what i have left of it. the rest of its shattered. now i know what people mean when they say one word: HEARTBROKEN.
yet everyday, i check my inbox, hoping to see some sign of life from him, but nothing. i get my hopes up, i get my hopes up, but he crashes them to the ground in one number: new emails : 0.
i put my hopes up for some sign, an email saying i've got it all wrong, it's not


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Leanne sat on her chocolate-coloured suede sofa, reading a magazine. It was raining. Leanne hated rain. Everyone in the 28Th century did. It wasnt surprising, considering how much technology had developed - even something as simple as a 21St Century umbrella had some sort of mechanical contraption whirring inside. The machines were always made of a superiorly strong metal that had been found and mined in the 24Th century- silicis minutor canis. It was practically indestructible except for the fact that it melted at the slightest drop of water - an annoying, but easily remedied effect - a quick c
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OMG what is that??? --> [link]
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SO ZETTA SLOW!!!
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