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quiet the demons so i can hear the birds sing againrelease these chains, they’ll set me freein a world where i don’t belongtrapped by word..
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the voice in my head is stronger than my heart.. but plastered in these words are the things i don't have the courage to share without the safety of a..
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A Story by avaya
Writing is like knitting. It takes time and practice to master, hard work and dedication towards the creative inside you, and an overall joy for creat..
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A Story by avaya
I used to believe that true connection only lived in our minds. When you met a person that you felt connected to, it was your mind playing tricks on y..
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A Story by avaya
the mindlessness of the love-sick
true to face, thoughtless dialogue:
is his fast reply indicative of deeper emotion? or is it just a fragment of ..
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A Story by avaya
Heaven and hell do exist on earth. They exist in our spirits and in our minds.. We all tend to a demon inside of us, dedicating our lives to satiating..
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the child in me is tired
she wants to come out and play
it’s a little late for another beer
but how else must i end the day
to quiet the..
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A Chapter by avaya
I never anticipated how fast infatuation could grow and fizzle; I suppose it depends on how much hope you have."Yep, I just grabbed the firewood. The ..
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A Chapter by avaya
I could see mountains peaking in the distance. We weren't far now. The leaves formed a veil over the area. Anything could happen beneath those woods a..
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A Chapter by avaya
Jordan's figure enters the corner of my eyes.Oh, hello again, my sweet and dear butterflies...I try to hide my face beneath my blanket, praying toGodh..
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