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A Story by kenny
The oft used joke of a woman making a sandwich, is one that we men love. Why do we love it? to be a******s? to be superior? I don't think so. I think ..
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Destiny doth weave and grow,in paths we mortals shall never know. Not until we are there, to meet them square. Life a terrible game, yet one we play a..
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So sharp, so crisp, so deadly, so hard, so cold, so pretty. Glimmering in the pale morning,your silence is your only warning. I turn you over in my ha..
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Alone I sit now. Wondering the simple, "how."Unfeeling in it's entirety,is the only emotion left to me. No hate, nor rage,No strength left to rattle t..
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How much abuse can a heart take, before the seams bulge and break? Why is it that tears never seem, enough to wash the wounds clean?Repairs are never ..
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A Story by kenny
There are moments in a lifetime, where changes to a person's core are made. Most recently for me, it was a the ten ton hammer blow to my heart, made b..
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I get it world, I really do, there is no hope I can expect from you. No hope for a ray of sun, no hope for a better day to come. cheated out of every ..
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A Story by kenny
What is sacrifice? Trading something great for yourself, for something terrible, however it raises the spirits, or standard living of another, usually..
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A Knights Supposition part 5
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A knights supposition part 4
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