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30.10A Poem by HeiligI hate my birthdays, 'cause it doesn't matter how hard I try, I wait for this day like I wait for the blue sky in dark days to feel alive. But the d.. |
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Subway PeopleA Poem by Heiligearly Sunday mornings in subway make you think |
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Tell me who you areA Poem by HeiligAmongst the whole cocktail barI feel like I'm a chair, not a starof every table every night,but I have seen a lot of fights.I'm useful, but I am not u.. |
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DaydreamingA Poem by HeiligSometimes all we have is our imagination. |
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Start overA Poem by HeiligLeave the past behind. |
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The sameA Poem by HeiligWe are to blame for who we are. We build and ruin everything with our own hands. |
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Happy Valentine's DayA Story by HeiligOliver comes to the same book shop for several reasons: he's a writer, he loves to read, there's the best coffee in Sheffield and a mysterious girl wi.. |
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