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Candy Coated Tales Of Woe Episode Three: Teenage Angst She stood at the front of the class, shaking, The paper pulled up over her face. Beautiful, deathly, medical white. The walls were cold and clinical. She began. "The world," (She stammered), "Is like A flower, and You Have pulled away its petals" (Two girls at the back whispered to each other, Sad smiles saw though distant fantasies.) "What kind of world would Starve It's own people?" ..She paused. "The world must hate itself. The world is wrong…" She was so thin, that You could see her cheekbones through the Mask that she was wearing- "The world must cry itself to

Cassette tape memories flutter In the breeze, beyond Concrete fields of timeless                                              Romance, where Children's toys lie strewn on the            Ground,                             In the Plastic shape of                            Shattered         Hearts. One by one, our stars go out like                                                      Candles. As my candy innocence dies, The air is choked with greetings and                                                             Goodbyes. My spinal cord stops and pleads with my heart, Surely there must be another way, To go about th

Candy Coated Tales Of Woe Episode Five – Untitled There was a little girl with a pretty little hat, And a pretty pink bow, and a fluffy toy cat. She would carry it around, and a pretty pink comb, That she used every single day until her Mummy left home. She'd shouted that she'd leave and that she'd never come back And that Daddy was going to give her a panic attack. Silence. Dad said Mummy had to work and that's why she left, But she saw Mummy fall down, her back stained blood red. Her Daddy said Mum's back 'was crying', And to go back to bed. She heard the next-door neighbour Say that Mummy was "Wed?" asked the vicar; "Yes, yo