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Used to be a time when I would just sit at the typer and start typing. I didn’t worry about misspellings or grammar or writing something cringy ..
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[Evening. A porch. MARY sits musing on the moon. When she hears steps, she rises quickly. Enter WARREN, carrying groceries.]Mary: You're wearing leath..
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SomehowIgotfixed-upon a playdatewith a girl namedHeidi Krohner.The only thing Irememberabout Heidi Krohnerisone dayshecornered mein thecoatroomat scho..
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I was in Penn Station waiting for the train to take me to New Haven… I was sitting alone, away from the crowd, reading something by John Paul S..
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The Garden of Eden is not necessarily the Garden of Hope.The Wisdom that had usually kept me sane, left me with grief and pain, and without you,my hea..
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I was born in a town called Punkenville on December 5, 1964.
At the time it had a population of about 4,000.
Today there are over 6,000 people l..
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Hey God? Or whoever the f**k is out there. Sorry about the “f**k”. If those kinda words offend you. Maybe you’re cool with it, I dun..
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It was 7:45 am.
I hung over dialed.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but who can argue with my
id?
Amazingly, she picked up.
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He wanted to know what I did in my spare time. I told him I did a little writing here and there.“So you drink much or…?” he said.&l..
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On Tuesday, July 2, 1995, I was parked in a car at the top of a hill with a gun and a bottle of Xanex.I began thinking about all those broken pieces I..
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