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more crap. hmm,,,, i am so bored.
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A song I wrote for my little sister, Grace and my best friend, Annie. Sounds better when I sing it with the guitar, but figured I'd post it anyway.
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Not really a story, not really a poem....
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Depressing attempt at poetry...
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I made this into a book because I was tired of writing 'confessions part __' on the title of every section I wrote....not a good reason, I know, but w..
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The hands which held her diary trembled, and she averted her eyes from the page--it was as if the empty lines inscribed there might scald her. She to..
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Thanks to MHK Melvin for giving me the idea to use my previous story Confessions as a prologue....
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The Truth
CONFESSIONS
Almost no one will remember my name, so I won't bother to tell it to you. I was always one of those people who faded in..
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Catherine was walking along the moonlight beach, the wind teasing her chocolate brown hair. At least, she thought it was the wind. The gentle touch..
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I thought that today was going to be better. I really did. The sky was robins-egg blue, and the sun rose steadily over the horizon, uninterrupted by ..
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