

pt pirie ppl.people of pt pirie!! i have just moved here and i have no friends, no one to tell me where people hang out and well, basicly no life here. i seriously need your help! can you please write a comment if you are willing to be my friend, i am sooooo lonley! k, well heres a little bit about me, i am 15, a female, a smoker, i enjoy writing, walking, reading, partying and all the stuff teenagers shouldnt be doing, i attend school at john pirie secondary school...... sometimes. i live with my mum on queen street. i love shoping..... when i have the money. i have come from moonta andpt pirie ppl.


finding home.please sir, can i borrow a cigirette?finding home.
no young lady, you simply cannot return it. i have no choice but to give it to you. thankyou, i said. with a watchfull eye as i walk off back to the park. back to the bench with my blanket and handbag. i get under my blanket and try to think of where my life had gone so wrong. slowly drifting off to sleep, i hear footsteps. closer and closer. i hate foot steps. they remind me of my childhood and i start to remember more about my father. excuse me? i hear a voice and it snaps me out of my thoughts. its the man i asked for a smoke. yes i reply in a confused tone of voice. i live just around the


what you murded that night.to my baby, the one i lost. conceved in such a dreadfull way,what you murded that night.
yet the thought of you so beautiful.
what he did that night was tradgic.
for me, and for you.
the beating with the stick broke my heart,
and broke you. you left me, died inside of me.
the baby i wanted. longed for.
the baby i miss so much. my baby.
gone.
i was too young to keep you. a mother to be at eleven. just eleven. you were still my baby. my love. my joy. my happiness. and now my memory.


rock bottem.this road she walks, so far from the end. this path that she travels, obstical at each bend. this boat that she's on, she feels so alone. her happiness has been striped, down to skin and bone.rock bottem.
she silently walks. trying not to tred on her past. her mind full of memories, making her feel like an out cast. but she strugles on, un-noticed, un-happy and coming un-done there is no choice, she will just perish in the sun.
happiness is something that this girl has never known. she is ingured. cut. bruised. beaten. yet tempererily sewen. she will just carry on like this, endure


Cruelty of a CanineCruelty of a CanineCruelty of a Canine
Maybe Ill get a feed tonight I think to myself
As I look across at the shimmery light Ah, a full moon In all its beauty Big and bright
A sudden urge within me No! I must resist scratch a flea Nooo! Quiet I must be Cant help myself... AARRROOOOO
Felt good I must admit First time Ive been happy for a long time Until I was whacked and hit
Oh no
I hear movement In the humans den A temporary sun
Suddenly lit
Master slowly opens the entrance He


Cruelty Exposed --by PunkynessA little rabbit, White and grey, Has never known A bed of hay. Lives in a cage, Bleach in his eyes, No one believes A rabbit cries.Cruelty Exposed --by Punkyness
Ten baby mice, Pink eyes and tails, Cry out but no one Hears their wails. Abused, neglected, Left to rot - The research mice We all forgot.
A tiny pup, No one will play. He's waiting for That fateful day When limbs torn off, Tail wags no more, Waiting to die - His heart so sore.
A mother cow Bewails her calf, A cord so cruelly Cut in


Cruelty of IgnoranceSpent their lives in small little crates Waiting for the light to shine upon them Not to bright to burn or blind But just enough to hopeCruelty of Ignorance
They wished a desperate wish Upon the corpses around them The bodies were simple images Of what they were to become
I can't believe these blinding tears Were what I needed to open my eyes And see the little souls contort in pain From beaten before they closed their eyes
Hundreds by hundreds the angels died Thrown into the walls until their little wings Were nothing more than bloodied flesh And their
| Hey. my name is Emily but You can call me Emie. I live in Australia. I want to have kids. And i love animals. |
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death. such a beautiful thing. its not something to be feared. its something to look forward to.
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明歴々露堂々 江月宗玩(1574~1643) [link] J-details
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