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The Greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge. ~Stephen Hawking~

It was finally Friday and I sat with my friends in our usual part of The Gardens. The sun would occasionally come out from behind a cloud and I ..

I sat across from my aunt in our lounge room which had been filled with my friends just moments ago. She had just finished telling me about how ..

Another one about my dad...

I wrote this about my father...

When I’m with my friends The darkness resides Deep within Behind my eyes As they leave And the orange sun sets The voi..

Black mascara coloured tears run down her cold cheeks Blood coated scissors lay at her feet Fresh deep pink lines cover her limbs Shining trail..

She puts on her prettiest dress and her favourite tune And spins and spins alone in her room The scars on her wrists are now body art li..

Shadows, like spiders, Weaving their webs. Stopping the tortures, Escaping your head Paranoia, like flies, Buzzing about your m..

Today I woke up, And for one blissful too-short moment, I forgot everything. I didn’t know my name, I didn’t know who I ..