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A smile in her eyes, why?

People came and went.

I know two girls, one is beautiful, one is not.

The world shines twixt the night’s dark eyes.

Life. Happiness sadness. Death.

The way we should really see things

He lay against her sleeping bones, feeling the dirt caress his naked head. In his hand he could feel the small glass resting against his fingers..

The words clenched through his lips as a wave of hair breezed across her face. He pushed it back, solemnly, letting the air return it to its fre..

I found them sitting together, talking. They never just sat and talked. Mum was either running around, and Dad was shouting at her for not doing..

Everyone needs to stop worrying about everyone else. We have these things, laws, policies, all that crap, to address issues such as gambling, cl..