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The Mary Jane pumps through my veins, numbing the pain, closing the seamsI'm still here, listening to gasolineNowCollected and rational unlike my natu..
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Well I'm single nowA living hellbrought on by my own poor mental healthMy bad habits caught up to me to late to be fixed you seeThey made her fall bac..
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Tears roll down my cheeks while I listen to a song that reminds me of you. I'm giving myself space to cry, and to mourn your loss. I've never cried. N..
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I dig my fingers into my breastboneSlowly, the flesh begins to quish at my fingertipsa drop of blood pools arouund my index fingerI press harder, caus..
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Title says it all
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I.I can't seem to break her gaze, locked in by the reflection of her crystal blue eyes through the light fog. She Looks back with apprehension in her ..
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I bite her bottom lip and she moans softly. I run my hand through her hair and grab hold, pulling her head back, and bite down harder. I reach up fro..
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So, how do my fellow writers plan what they produce? do you have a method? A reason or rhyme? This is meant to be interactive, I'm genuinely curious w..
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