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Weeks since I've done anything decent,Life's getting in the way,No time for the coffee.No more excuses,Must work,Must make the coffee.Too much of a so..
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An adaption of a short story I am writing for my English class, inspired by The World's End
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For Douglas.Its not his birthday, or deathday or anything, any day is a good day to commemorate him for being awesome via his two favourite things: Li..
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A bit of a reflection on my experience doing a project for my English class. We had to do a report on a genocide other than the holocaust: I chose the..
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How can an itch change a man so much? Maybe its not an itch. Only so much torture can a man's heart take... Before he snaps...
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This poem neither has, nor needs a thumbnail. Literary art and graphic art are two different forms that should be respected in their own right.
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I act like I'm so suave,Like I'm so cool,Like I love my life.Well, I don't.My act is up,And I don't care.I'm done with it all,I'm done with you,I've h..
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Another digression from the truth. I've said some things over the past few days that, upon closer self-inspection, and inspection into others, has rev..
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It seems odd:That I'm fairly happy.That I'm not in a perpetual state of depression and longing.Its a new feeling, really.Something seems a bit off:Tha..
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The Bricks are Falling from the Wall
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