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a sonnet about being beyond repair
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I used to think that all my dreams would come true, that my childhood thoughts would become reality. It was so much easier back then when you could ac..
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The rainy days are the hardest. Of course, I would know, since I keep pushing everything down further than they can go...
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I glance at you from across the hall, and I just want to fall. How can you be so perfect and I know nothing about you at all, but your looks and your ..
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a collection of letters sent to an unknown reader
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a short story I wrote when I was told to write a "scary" story, but I can't write one of those for the life of me, so this is what came out of that
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I haven’t written in my diary in over, well, three years. There I said it...
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Over the summer the only thing I could think about was Leo. All that was in my head every second was Leo Kuff...
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a collection of semi-autobiographical stories about love, relationships and finding who you are when you are lost
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a story about a detective, about to be fired, getting what might be their last case of their career.
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