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He looked around his lonely room, everything seemed the same as always. The walls were still in need of new paint, the former light blue,..

Maudlin drivel.

I walked up to her door, let myself in, the way I had so many times before. I called out for her announcing my presence, but s..

More maudlin mule puke, for one of the least talented writers on the planet.

There is a crooked painting hanging on my wall. I don’t know why I bring it up, in the long run, it is hardly important. ..

The night was calm, still, lit only by a pale moon. Silent as a century old mausoleum, as I walked down the unlit path that takes me on my way. ..

Bile black mule puke.

Every time I went to the bar, I saw him sitting there. It didn’t matter what day it was, didn’t matter if it was ear..

Here I am once again, hopelessly confused, lost between what I feel and what I think I should feel. I've heard the clichés, their dated ..

Please No CSS I was alright, for a while, for a time I thought I might even be happy. It seemed that I had what I wanted, some fr..