

HEAVEN KNOWSA YOUNG LADY NEVER SWEARS OR SHE GETS THE BACK OF THE HANDHEAVEN KNOWS
A YOUNG LADY NEVER WEARS PANTS OR SHE GETS PUMMELLED WITH ROCKS
A YOUNG LADY NEVER SAYS NO OR A JUSTIFIED RAPE IS IN ORDER
A YOUNG LADY NEVER RAISES HER VOICE OR SHELL BE SILENCED FOREVER
A YOUNG LADY NEVER READS OR HER EYE LIDS ARE SEWN SHUT
A YOUNG LADY NEVER WRITES
OR ALL HER FINGERS WILL BE BROKEN
A YOUNG LADY NEVER LEAVES THE KITCHEN OR A LATE NIGHT SPLASH OF ACID IS ON THE MENU
A YOUNG LADY NEVER COMPLAINS OR HER HEAD WILL BE IN THE OV


Art ClassStephanie: You know our names sound the same?Art Class
Jamie: Really? Stephanie: Yeah, I mean like my names Stephanie and your names Jamie. Yah know, Stephanie and Jamie. Jamie: Its really just the -ie end of it. Unless you dont spell it with an -ie. Do you? Stephanie: Well, yeah, thats why I brought it up.
Jamie: Have you thought of it a lot? Stephanie: No. Its just that Mrs. M. was saying our names during roll call and I noticed it. Jamie: Okay, but what if my name didnt end in -ie? What if it ended in -ye? Stephanie: Um, well, does it? Jamie: No.


PillsI like the white ones with red lettering, they help me to sleep. I like the small blue ones, they make the internal dull ache subside. I like the pretty pink ones, they keep my extremities from turning green. I hate the hand that grabs my hips and shakes my insides. I hate the odor that comes out of his mouth. It speaks my name and pronounces my profound fears. I hate the white ceiling. Ive been seeing it a lot lately, and frankly we are not friends. I like the fresh, colorful flowers that smell sweet and I forget about the midnight blood binge. I like the heavy feeling my eyePills
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