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A Story by Caleb
Frank? No that’s not my name. I’ve always had an identity crisis, but never like this. Thomas… no. I’ve always been able to g..
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A Story by Caleb
Have you ever let meat spoil? You know the smell, the hard hit punch it gives you when the overwhelming power of that stench invade your senses. Or h..
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You know, I never really wanted to-Come to terms and face my due.Sure the signs were all around, But that doesn't stop the tears from falling down. I ..
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A Story by Caleb
Have you ever let meat spoil? You know the smell, the hard hit punch it gives you when the overwhelming power of that stench invade your senses. Or ho..
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Do I have to apologize for the way I am or even how I live day to day?Must you always find something wrong And fracture my feelings I finally made str..
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Hush my child, keep close and hear;Do not wallow in such hopeless fear.Do not linger on such a mournful note; Break this cycle, and crack a joke.Hush ..
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Could Japan not give us any better Than haiku’s flimsy feather? Oh, don’t act surprised;Just allow me to reprise.Let’s try this one ..
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A man once said to me, “To live, let your body be free.”I said to him, “But why, This shell is but to die?”“You mistake ..
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I don’t know how I’ll see; When you have ceased to be.But I know life that goes on, When my “coming of age” will dawn.Oh, how ..
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Only if our dreams were true. We could just fly away to Lands of distant foamy shore,Of mythology and lore.Only if my dreams were true.I’d tell ..
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