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The prison was empty; I didn’t know where my son was. My mind was racing. I pressed my back up against the red brick wall. As I slid down, I cou..
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I don’t know what to tell youI could start with day oneWhen I saw your golden locksAnd your deep blue eyesHair like the sandEyes like the oceanO..
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This is a small novel I wrote on what it's like to have OCD. This is not meant to generalise, this is to help people who don't have to endure it under..
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toThe love of my life, I told her.You are the love of my life.We only have each other now, which is all we need and all I wantI can’t wait to me..
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As humans, we continuously let toxic people into our lives even though we know they will hurt us.
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Closed. Open. Clear. Obstructed.
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Our story begins 7 years ago.A fenced in playground.A quiet girl.With no one, no story.Across the fence, two girls, hand-in-hand.Both staring, curious..
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I haven’t fully grasped the concept. As a compulsive liar, once something so life changing is true and in motion, I find it hard to believe. I k..
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Voices we all have in the back of our minds.
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I didn’t get the privilege of last words.Instead I got the reality of a phone call.If I had known this would be the last time, I would have take..
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