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It was quiet
inside of me, sleeping. A monster, raging, empty. That is what I was, an empty
monster, running barefoot. There was mud in ..
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She was this weird half-human sociopathic thing, like a vampire stalking the night. Gazing at the shining moon wishing she could feel something other ..
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The world keeps spinning 'round 'round. I watch the streets bleed with calls rushing past yellow lights. People are doing what they always do, 9 to 5,..
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what boredom is like
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a hurt/comfort story about a sociopath
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a poem about people meant to be angels
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A free write. first draft. a metaphoric journey.
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A prose poem about a girl named Oleander who struggles with eating disorders and self-harm and her search for purpose.
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A stream of consciousness story with coffee as a metaphor
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Darkness hovers over meA quiet beastA monster clicking in my bones,inside my skin, deep in my veinsMy blood is purple and greenThere are bruises deep ..
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