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A Chapter by Skoo.
They keep calling it an infection. They keep referring to those left outside as "The Infected".This is not an infection; Simon has told me so. Simon t..
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A Chapter by Skoo.
Two weeks of dull monotony since my last diary entry, and yet the gradual, unseen changes make the view from the bench a very different one.The bright..
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Look, David, I like you, I really do.I might even like to work with you,If only you'd removeThis barrier, this ceiling of glassHolding me back,Keeping..
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If you need somewhere to rest your head,It'sSundaymorning, 10am, and we are still in bed.So come on over, take it in,Thescentof the night before still..
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I can feel it now, mother,The despair weighing in my stomach,Retching, gaggingOver my morning tea.The fear grows heavy in my breasts,It pins me to the..
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The forest burned,shaping and forming around us,The flames sang in crackled sounds asWe melted in the heat of the vice,And your tongue crystallisedWhi..
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...The Country Shall Never Be Without A Wordsmith.
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A song I wrote...
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Possessed by this obsessionWith what will never be mine,Broken in my devotionTo what I'm leaving behind,Twisting and turning to break these chains,Dro..
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Reading your words of hate I start to thinkWas it me that pushed you to that virulent brink,Contemning the world, or were you always that way?I don't ..
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