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A strong gust of wind blew a little of the weariness from his face. the rest he wiped off with one of his chubby, rough hands. It was a warm day, not ..
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The table rocked a little as she climbed onto it. She looked down at it's smooth, pine surface. The coffee rings, evidence of her lovely cork coasters..
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Time is their playing field.
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... I don't have the time ...
... Time can wait ...
... If I don't hurry I'll surely be late ...
Doesn't time fly when you're having fun
... So..
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The back and forth is what keeps me alive,My want to win; forces pressure to thrive.The racket becomes an extension of me,my tool with which I prove c..
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With joyful steps he crosses the mire,dutifully following the essence of desire.There's light at the end he can faintly see,desire ensures him of awai..
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You wish for money,For happiness and good luck.It's time to grow up!
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I'd grown bored of lifes monotonous tones,My enthusiasm for being was down to its bones.I'd tried and I'd failed to make it all right,It was becoming ..
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The tears fall from my mouth hidden as a joke,a way to camouflage the turmoil you invoke.My calmness crumbles and the shaking ensuesIn my eyes you awa..
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I try to act normal and put on a frontBut the resulting emotion portrays me a c**t.I've laughed and I've cried but I emote no moreTake thee thy pills ..
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