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I've met the devil yesterday, at least so he had told, yet that may be the reason why his handshake was so cold. He had such wisdom in his eyes ..

Tread lightly

I'm not sure where I am. I'm not sure where I'm going. Is it just me who doesn't know? Is the answer there and showing? Is there a goal at all, ..

A different take on an old story

What it's like to truly love someone.

A tear goes down across your cheek wishing just to stay alive greeping, scratching at your skin but for long it won't survive A lonely dance aro..

A swift look at pop culture, and it's grasp of agony.

He could always hear them buzzing all around like bees in a hive stuck inside his head He could never stop them even if he tried their sticky ..

A silent nights’ creek, which was ever so weak, was enough to put chills down his spine. He feared getting caught, and h..