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"Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior."
I sat there unaware of the things around me. Unaware of the sobs that esc..
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“I haven’t given up on you. I have to let you go.”
This simple sentence, made up of 12 words, 17 syllables and one..
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The wind whipped through his dark brown hair, as he sat still on the sand; head down in between his legs. There was too much to process, too much to..
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The news came hours later, from a distraught Liam on the other line. James never in his life though he would get a call from Liam but what he was abou..
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“James...your here you came” She spoke softly, clearing out her throat in the process. The expression on her face when she coughed showe..
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My dreams have been becoming so real.
And It scares me to death.
Of course there good dreams, but who knows.
They can turn quickly.
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every word you speak is true
what they do to us
they haven't got a clue
in their minds its all fun and games
when they take our hearts
and set th..
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I'm scared to die, i sit and try to make up what life would be like when I'm dead. I think about being forgotten, what it feels like to be dead, and i..
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