

Chapter OneChapter OneChapter One
My college was well-respected in the general community. It was considered one of the elite schools, inhabited almost solely by the rich or the gifted. Parents paid exorbitant prices for tuition and boarding. It was a new, experimental, year-round college with four co-ed dormitories that were organized according to age. We each had our own rooms, nicely furnished and with a spectacular view of the ocean. The school was located on the shore of the easternmost peninsula, ideal for our International Studies program, which, as we boasted, promoted 'a greater global understanding' for all of the fine stu


The Beginning of a New StoryA NOTE TO READERSThe Beginning of a New Story
Hello, it's me, the author. Thank you very much for picking up this book and deciding to read it, I really do appreciate your interest! I've always loved books, ever since I was a little girl, and when I was a little bit older I realized that while I loved bits and pieces of some books, there was no one book that was exactly what I wanted to read. So I thought that perhaps I should make one... after all, someone has to write the books, don't they? And so I began... and now here I am, as passionate as ever about reading but even more deeply in love with the feel of the keyboard beneath my fingertips than I could


UntitledIt wears away at the soul, Weathering in secret Like untouched gold, Echoing its cries in the emptiness, Mourning its loss to the world, But hiding from the light for fear That it should be dragged out And destroyed, bit by bit.Untitled
It aches and moans and whispers Secret things to the spirit beside it. The spirit, pale and wan, That hardly dares to make itself known. Lack of pride makes unhappy martyrs, And excess is what kills kings. But what could exist in this dank place Just below the heart and far from the mind?
A love that ages and


Formal WearI regret that I have nothing finer To don for your betrayal this eve, But I've long since shelved that old fury, And my depression is being dry-cleaned.Formal Wear
I leant plain old anger to a friend, For she needed it much more than I. I lost my despair quite some time ago, And indignity's hanging to dry.
My wrath has faded in the rise, And that sorrow there isn't really mine, So all I have left is disappointment, And we know how that fades with time.
So maybe this time I'll cry a little, Dust off my black satin rage, Wear it around time for a week


Final InsanityThe words... they aren't stronger than yours. I can still hear you, Still understand you, Still feel the acute pain That each syllable afforded me. I still see the futures that your words Destroyed. Must I know they crumble once more? Why won't these words override those last?Final Insanity
The music... it's not louder than you. I can still hear you, Your voice echoing in my head, Soft and full of yourself, Of misguided justice-- Still hear the voice that once ruled my moments of joy Destroy all of it in one blow. The music... the music... It blares


Dear Lover OnceDear lover who once was, I'm writing to say goodbye. Don't act like you don't know- You've heard me when I cry.Dear Lover Once
You've caused it, too, you know, Because you couldn't see That I only ever wanted You to love me equally.
Your selfish ways and foolishness Have brought about my end. All I tried to do was Stand by you as a friend.
But I hurt you, too, I see, As I swore I never would. You hate me now, I know, As I never dreamed you could.
I cannot say I love you still- I cannot love at all. But know the pain I cause
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