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Delve into metaphysics, transcendental communication, shamanic journeys, alternate dimensions, and separable souls in this humorous story of a girl wi..
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Meant to be heard, not read, but I couldn't get this guy out of my head, so I posted this thread.
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Stasia didn't give a s**t. This wasn't a callous disregard, conceited selfishness or cynical philosophy. This was a coolness embedded into her innate..
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Another guitar-accompanied song about finding your counterpart.
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There was a dead bird on the sidewalk. Her sneakers were almost touching it. She snapped a shot with her expensive camera, huge lens adjusted perfect..
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These are lyrics to a song I wrote (with a guitar). The men in my life inspire me.
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The dream began as usual: the iridescent eyes tearing up, creating a myriad of color in the iris. Pull away, and her face is tormented, the face that..
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Her room was plainly decorated, tidy and spacious. The only furniture being the big black bed, the table with electronic devices strewn atop, and the..
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I agree with John Lennon.
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