07/04/2012-08/02/2014
just to reveal, and I just
made inmost mud, sinus headache,
earthen and that I had not fallen
I just nov9th grad
Dear D aryD
ar D ary,
I last idle and death was that time ale
be there, bleed.
I wasn’t
feel like to die, there would never be tongue
I moan and feel And I raise my diaphragm
throw sage over the sand
feel like whine
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14 yeart eld
D ar aryD
ar airy,
I will too soon the loom,
awake and both gone
I sat here by myself how then they took
took the mound
all that other
that I do the other that I am
about that work, so see what It would be if
I d rew stop . I’m wasted here. And would you never
ticket, send it from the roof to Erin
about everywhere over thin Aristotle,
I get with past lies
I’m that society of other.
limited torn, Lie I hate one
I want glory
Adrianna Crowell
/1/2014
15 years old
10th grade
Dear Diary,
Why
I want to rot
this meadow, here I float
item felt there, the flowers
I know a snowier one, burnt
because wonder, because I’m overeager
and some easy accolade of youth
I’m emerging. I visit oaths I just want.
I make this hill beneath summer
because I can be the wind, on me the wind
I have some that I won’t make
belt the armed and the dammed, and that some that I want
be held
know
that I want to be held, you that I can
I won’t bleed
I want to be the same
be held alone that I won’t be held with the arms
that I’m so safe in
the hands that I am safe
know in November,
I want tomorrow, I want your song
go
Make some loaf
lover, I was to be injected
be touched.
write why does something I want to win
commencing feel like that
I love today
the chute I messed it up
I wait to be the same tomorrow
what about home
Dear Diary, love people.
And I change,
and I know they do best. I guess healing lies with death,
wonder what she and I most
Adrianna Crowell
6/17/2014
15 years old
1tth grade
Dear Diary,
I want
I won’t need to be here
thing in the tea, I was to the sea-lion,
shot me in February, tomorrow
how much would I chose to be
peridot, I mean, I mean,
I want to gate,
to be near in the serration
next year, so lava,
these things are good and free
I had to be love and realized
love
come back in my dreams because
I was today open, a
way to answer , let me soar.
A droll retelling being best friends,
I think
Scituate with fire
and she’s left a friend,
be left because I’m foam, wanted,
she coughs so I too am leaving land
a porch swing, tree, always two Ali,
and then