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A Poem by Emma
Past the fog there is lifeBut I do not know, as my mind playsTricks. Tricks and games and nothing goodI cannot know what is to come, for the cards are..
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A Story by Emma
My name is Hanna Bloom and I come from a place where lies are essential for survival, if it be for ones life, for social situations or for any other ..
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