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She’s beauty
In the moment
But I’m not enough
In her eyes
Through my eyes
She’s the hope
In what I used to say..
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I once dreamt of Heaven,
Where I entered, chin to chest.
Long awaited were the angelic voices
To close my eyes and be blessed.
Though ..
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The voice in your head may be quiet and soft, but by no means are its chains weak.
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Why Do I Find People Boring? Well I'm Glad You Asked.
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The first chapter where I create the world. More description likely to occur.
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A Fantasy Novel with similar scope to Tolkien's Middle Earth. I likely will not reach such greatness as him, but I hope to create a unique world of my..
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In an attempt to imitate Aristotle's philosophy writing style in a modern sense, Lapillus, the philosopher, is arguing that holidays are pollutant to ..
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Who am I to be me? Who am I to be both blessed and cursed
with existence? Sentenced to a life of ever present awareness that with each
and every bea..
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I’m not the one to tell you fables,
Not the one to speak out,
I wish I were, but I just can’t-
As I sit here losing my mind
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We stood together, side by side,
Brothers strong and three.
With guns in hand, hope in heart,
Marching on that we may be free.
Through..
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