StormThe thunder crashes around usThis can't go on forever.Pelted by bullet-like hail;Maybe we aren't meant to be.Lightning lights the rain, like tearsFalling so fast, we're blinded.They don't want us to be.Huddled under frail shelter,We must wait out the storm.
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Dearest Daddy2-28-09Dear Daddy,I'm not your little girl any more. I'm not the girl I used to be. You don't know me, Dad, and you never have. I'd bet money that you don't know that I'm editor of the newspaper. Do you even know that I'm 14? Do you know that I found your whiskey today? Yeah, you hide it well, but I'm not stupid. Did you know that? Oh, but I'm writing with the pen you gave me. So you do know ONE thing about me: my favorite color is purple. Good job. Thanks for the pen, Dad, but that doesn't make what you've done to me okay. Nothing ever will. Now, call me a whiny, typical teenager, but my life sucks ass. Oh, did you know that I cuss, dad? Didn't think so. Looks like you don't know me. Big surprise. So you want to know why my life sucks? Because my