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It's early.
Really, I should be sleeping.
I have to get up for work in an hour.
I'll be exhausted If I lie here awake.
Why am I not sleeping?
I d..
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It's burning, my flesh.
The skin of my back being licked
by flames.
I should move but..
The chains;
they come like hands from the ground,
wrappi..
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It's not as easy for some of us,
being happy.
Nor is it our fault,
being unhappy.
I don't know how to fix it.
Can't bring myself up.
It's just..
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Sometimes I don't even know it's there,
the loneliness.
Masked by food and friends;
family and work.
Then there are the times that I can't get a..
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A mild form of impatience on paper
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An interpretation of being anxious
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With tall stalks of green and white surrounding me,the line is cast.An unnatural, yet meticulously placed pile of logs existsoff to my left.The prehis..
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It really is strange...This thing we all seem to seekeven when we already have it.Through friendship, and family;with pets and partners.Described in a..
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Snap!
Pop!
Breaking bones,
with hide torn up
and moose knuckle toes.
The blood is art
and flesh is life;
with teeth that..
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A Story by Chase
Had to pick a specific structure for this story and make it part of the story itself.
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