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Little dots of orange
walking in a line.
Forgotten inside these
walls of concrete and steel.
Some live with anger.
Others with regret.
Som..
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Next Fix,
Next hit.
Can't be dope sick.
Used needles,
Tie me off.
So much pain,
numb it all.
Steal, deal
Cut, stab.
It's easy money bein..
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Prison life through the prisoners eyes, and emotions
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A Story by Flora
A funeral from a unique perspective
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A Story by Flora
The grass has been freshly cut and the smell of upturned earth gives the atmosphere a false sense of comfort. All is quiet except for a young girls ge..
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A Chapter by Flora
It had
been a long day touring the Indian Reservation. John and Chyanne Milton slowly
walked back up the path towards the parking lot and Reserv..
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John has 12 days to solve the Dream Catcher's mystery or he will forever be caught in it's web. Can his dreams really change the past and put to rest ..
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Fire light and candle glow, lead me home,
down life's lonely road.
Where waiting for me through the door,
my children sit playing on the floor.
My..
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Passing down a crowded street,
Voices mingle in the wind.
Life is being played out.
With every cell phone call and text we send.
"LOL" and "lmbo" ..
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A face in a crowd of hundreds, maybe thousands.
Head held high, eyes closed,
His heart beats to the rhythm of a drum.
He is an enigma.
For the mas..
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