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I play conversations in my own mind, trying to find a better way out of the loop.
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I'm not desperately in love or searching for love. I just found it desperately sad to lose someone, in different situations, twice.
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I get frustrated when I write.Because when I do, I know I write to please someone.Someone who would judge me based on how I think, how I feel, how I d..
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Remembering my friend from above...
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Rose among the many thornsFace it, I'm just different from youYou've caused this heart to mournAnd you've painted me blueBlue among all the red,Still ..
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August the 16th, 1985... This is a story about a man who's life is about to change forever. It was a cloudy afternoon in the streets of London, where..
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In London. August 17, 1985, 7:00am
The Coffee Cup opens around 7 o’ clock in the morning every day. This was a small cafe that you would fin..
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I.O.S.O. HQ, London, August 17, 1895, 7:56am Shannon had finally arrived to his first day at the I.O.S.O. Standing in front of the department doors, a..
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Thomas Alden's Office, Cambridge, England, August 17, 1895, 8:33am
The authorities got the area secured, local citizens surrounding the building wi..
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The two used the staircase on the way up and Jenkins muttered something that Shannon didn’t quite get. Something about reaching the crime scene..
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