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My thoughts after an intense conversation with my parents about my writing and why the hell I haven't turned any of my ideas into anything tangible th..
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I am a ship wrecked at sea.My soul is a tumultuous mix of both high tides and low tides. My mind is constantly going adrift, and seemingly always towa..
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Just please take my hand,My eyes plead, they beg,But he's unaware,As usual.He looks at me and smiles.Oh, how close our fingers are!Why won't he just t..
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My eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light. The sun's sweet glow blanketed my room and warmed my skin. My skin, which was still trembling from y..
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something I wrote in the faded hour of stupid-o'clock-in-the-morning after a pretty stimulating evening
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I handed her my cigarette and she took it with a smile.Devilish grin, more like it."Cheers," She said, before inlaying deeply.As I watched her breathe..
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Anna and Sandy, after a thrilling evening running around the hospital, head back up to their room where Sandy finally opens up about her past.
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The story of Annabelle Smith and her time in the mental hospital, Little Brook Institution for the Mentally Ill.
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