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I pry through endless conventions of dreams winded through time. Odd impressions enrolled into clouds which capture these strings tangled over moon li..
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I've tried to climb these hills but found strayed inbetween each breath of memory. Like clutching already broken glass until the pain finally intercep..
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A Story by JodiQ
"I'm i sick because the world is sick and unwell?" Asked the little girl laying on a bed in the hospital.
The elder lady beside her on another bed g..
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