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I used to be someone great. I looked up to me. And you did.We all did. As a man preaches the word to me, I look past him. He sees the deep pools ..

A story about Basorexia.

I have never been one to do things usual, wet down and reusable straight up delusional, sometimes confusing all, middle finger useable. So juve..

Enter Summer! Hi how you doin? Nice to see you again. But, Ummm can you perhaps bring back the man, whose face was not tan, a mysterious lad. ..

Don't let me go, because I will not fly back to you When it's over, I'm done, fenito,no mas . Keep pushing and that self fulfilling prophecy wi..

I finally said the words aloud. The taste of my breath, before hitting the air turned cold. "I'm over you." The sound of my voice. A deep cresce..

I love anything that has to do with the moon, Sun, and stars.

I dreamt of you in honey dew, with indigo hues covered in sapphire blues. A splash of moss dripping in Jades too, I've come back to my sensational ..

My greatness is so premature and ahead of it's time from being born sooner than expected. My body is only great because it bares the proof of a w..

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