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Something I sent over texts to a friend of mine when we got bored. Tell me if you got it.
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I'm in a pickle, oh yes I am. A pickle is fickle about things that are damned. Zombies, Warlocks, those bumps in the night, I don't like any of them ..
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We are told, as humans, we only have so long to live. A given amount of time before we bite the dust and enter a unknown world that most of us can on..
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Instead of focusing on emotions and stressful things, why not make poems about whatever you're thinking?
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Words are said to flow through one's mind like water inside a lakeSuch things I wonder, do we really appropriate?My mind is like chaos, there's all so..
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A small book i started about humans who adapted to live on top of a mountain.
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The first chapter. Martin lives on The Climb, the last dwelling place for humankind. Now this young boy, nicknamed the "Cabbage King" will undergo the..
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Upon surviving the encounter with the god bird, Martin wakes up in the hospital only to find he might not have survived after all.
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