Jane
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Evolution of my artA Story by JaneEver since I was young, I have always had a large imagination. I always daydreamed no matter the occasion or where I was. Sometimes my thoughts and da.. |
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The DumpersA Story by Jane“What year is it again?” #307 asks. “3005.” #308 responds. “Oh yeah, it always seems to slip my mind.” #307 sighs .. |
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My LightA Poem by JaneIt's scaryIt's very darkMaybe it's because my light isGoneMy happy, smiling lightMy, too good to be true, lightHas ran away.So here I am trying to cre.. |
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The Hidden ReaperA Poem by JaneSeen allTaken manyScreams and cries are its lullabies Dresses in flesh and a black coatDecorates its bones in scarlet paintJewelry of eyes and teethDe.. |
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