My Angels Die

Like a shot. I have been murder. Your poison. Open me up. My angels died. They jumped. I will not wait for the world to wake up. I will resolve and choke this out. I will not be confused anymore. You keep digging. I will not stop. Guilty can take the shot. I will resolve the illusions. I will cut, so you keep digging. Do not stop! Train wreck. I am not afraid of you using me. You always move that way. Keep on digging. It feels like the world has grown dark anyways. Leaving the grave as though I do not care. I cannot bring back the emotions taken. You reach out, and I do not come. It feels like darkness.

My friends call me “peaches”. (DIC – AS)

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hey in real life I am 19 and this is a story I wrote about a year

Hello my name is Savannah when I am 14. my friends call me “peaches” I
belong to a family who homeschools in a small town in georgia. my dad
owns his own tax office where I go to in the afternoon after school.
my job is to shredd the confidental documents that build up in a
business like my dad’s. he is an enrolled agent which is someone who
goes to a tax audit with you to take care of the trouble you have
gotten yourself into. anyway one day shortly after my 14th birthday I
went down to the office full of anticapation because he had just
bought a brand new paper shredder and I couldn’t wait to try it out.

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