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A request.

Freedom is death! Where we cling to no grudge, And cherish what is left, The memory with no smudge, The soul, unbound Freedom i..

A sad truth.

The disconnection people have with themselves.

An acrostic poem adressing the metaphorical and physical traits of sightlessness.

A written version of how various authors, like Shakespeare, built their art. Based loosely on English notes >.>

Written with one in hand.

Creative Writing demanded a love story, and this is what I crafted.

Not meant to offend any religious, as it was written with only humor in mind.

Short and sweet.