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I hear the kids running out from the orchards, their little grubby hands full of peaches. The sun glinting off of their jet black hair, my daughter A..
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You are my drug… I can’t let you go… I tried but you didn’t… I gave you all I had… ..
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A sniper of what's to come. Hope you love it!
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ch She sat on the cold bathroom tile fumbling with the razor in her hand, tears flowing down her face like the blood that flowed down her scarred wris..
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I watch from a distance…Seeing the love in your eyes…But, you no longer hold love for me…You now hold love for the beautiful girl..
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Can you hear me...I sit calling to you…Missing you…Still loving you…Waiting for you to love me…I still sit calling for you..
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Her heart was beating, faster than a hummingbird's wings, she stood there looking into her killer's eyes. His gaze was crazed, uncontrolled, as he to..
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Can’t get the smell of his cologne out of my mind, the song stuck in my head, and the home i found in his arms. It feels so good to have a saf..
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She left her heart on the line. When really there was so much more at stake. So many options and possibilities. She only wanted one or did she. This ..
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Words, voices, and words that’s all she heard they called beckoned to her with greedy voices and long outstretched hands. There she sat her hand..
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