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Bouquets are sad things.Flowers that are cut from their nourishment and harvested just to show somebody that you care enough to destroy something beau..
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So I hurt an animal... Yeah, you can hate me now.
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NOTE: This was written many many years ago by an insecure, introverted, distrustful boy; now all I have left in common with who I used to be is my nam..
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Deep thoughts in a shallow pool.
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Written a while ago when I still lived in Dubai.
As you may or may not notice, I f*****g hated the place.
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Okay, so I usually don't get too deep on the interweb (who takes anything on here seriously nowadays?)but I had a very interesting [can I say 'profoun..
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Cracks, miniature cracks.They form on the surface of this skin, this second skin, this fake identity, this untrue persona, this impostor I pretend to ..
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A few weeks ago during a typical weekend family barbecue, I found myself deep in conversation with a middle-aged woman.The thing is, try as I might th..
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"Malicious words perforate my childhood memories."
~ M. Meijer
Like a lot of others, I used to be bullied as a kid.
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Dear Douchebags,
The extent of the damage that will occur to your face is entirely up to you and your ability to control what comes out of your mouth..
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