Chara
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DrownA Story by CharaStaring at the paper white ceiling shrouded by a curtain of desolation, a mixture of thoughts swirl in my mind. The tumultuous rhythm of my thoughts.. |
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ConstantA Story by CharaDeath is a lonely friend. He knocks on my cherry red door during the middle of the night, hindering the good night’s embrace. His intentions rem.. |
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Food for the HeartA Story by CharaLove is like baking your favorite dessert or waiting for that bowl of warm soup to replenish your growling belly. In order to achieve the best .. |
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FreedomA Story by CharaLife is inconsequential. People go through the same routine repeatedly: live, slaughter, die, live, slaughter, and die. There is nothing new at all... |
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CycleA Poem by CharaLying on my bed Snuggled between the cushions Basking in the comfort and heat emitted by the soft fabric of quilt Frantic and light-heade.. |
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