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Illusions of polished surfaces, when all reality points to ruff edges. Brick wall outside to mask the fragile glass inside. Gilded pride and hidden h..
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Dear Mr. Tin Man,Sought for too long a beating heart, that tears rust till you're no longer a movable part. and you forgot that it is what lies withi..
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I'm just writing to write. Writing to fill a blank white space with a blinking cursor, blinking a beat on the screen. I could write to change the worl..
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Im back
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Reaching out of the darkness for something solid to grip, but still, like every time before, I find nothing but the broken shards of what once was. I ..
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It's the final countdown. No seriously, and no I won’t start singing that song, you know the one. My 12 years of service are almost up, document..
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"Are we at the end, Poor Bear?"It is such a sad sight, thems that hang around in the old maple trees. They're watching us as we move far below, Po..
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All we are are broken stars from the falling sky. A sky full of dreams and we are told we are broken and cannot touch the sky. So we sit. Waiting as t..
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I shall not dwell on the demons that lie between us. I morn, not for your lost soul but for my own. I told myself I would not shed one tear of sadness..
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You're so very late to a date with fate. Standing on ice to thin you see him standing there with a hammer and his Cheshire grin.you drop down this rab..
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