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What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close...
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I see the moments falling to the past; falling, like sands from an hourglass. Every memory, just a figment of our imagination; our very existence, our..
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In a sea of words, where writers drown, lost in their world's insanity;
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Staring out the frosted glass, I ponder there, alone. The moon, at its fullest, its highest peak, all I can think of are words.
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I just found out that I'm related to Shakespeare. I guess that's why there's a lot of writers in my family. My 10th generation grandmother was the aun..
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I will not change, this is who I am. You can mock me, I will not give in.
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Tick tock, how time does fly, slipping through my fingers; wasting my days till I die.
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Taken place in 1882; this story follows an orphan child by the name of Johnny, as he tells his story of him stealing to survive, and how he is ridicul..
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Can't you see me, a ghost I am to be? A translucent figure without a purpose, fading away like a blood drop to the sea?
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