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The seed was planted on the 1st on June, near twilight afternoon. The stem crept up from the cold ground, silently crept without a sound, creeping cre..
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Things I feel are finally starting to be better, I just feel like writing about it!:)
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A sort of rant.
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I remember Christmas as a child, when my hair grew long and wild. I remember Christmas when I was small, when I believed I could fly, and never fall w..
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Scars are there to remind us that now is a better time,this is a poem about what goes on,in the cutter's mind.
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Christianity is not bound to a church,it's of your heart. God isnt just for those who go to church every day and believe really,really hard. look for ..
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It's so beautiful here...where am I? I felt awake but my logic told me I wasnt,the sky was about a million different colors,some I swear I'd never see..
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Some days,I just want to bury myself in bed,comforted by my blankets and pillows and never come out. Some days I cannot get you out of my head,some da..
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Do you ever ask yourself questions? Lay awake at night? Haunting things..This is a book about thoughts,the power of them. Fear,emotions,logic. A clock..
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please review this
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