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A Story by Kris
In my car we sit becuase we have no where else to go.Silently I stare at the steering wheel, feeling like an ice sculpture. Unable to move, think, spe..
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A Story by Kris
New Years is suppose to be a time to celebrate. A time to start anew. To forget about last year and make this year even better.I never had that chance..
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A Story by Kris
“Okay, bye.”
“Was that him?”
“Don’t start Michael.”
I popped the piece of gum into my mou..
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A Poem by Kris
You color me incompetent
i think you are a fool
its is not my actions that have ruined us
not my words that have been our end
don't blame me for m..
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A Poem by Kris
There are stars in your eyes,
brightened by the innocent,
you carry.
There is a smile on your face,
that could make anyone happy,
and it's stre..
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A Poem by Kris
I began with…
A little girl who dreamt up fantasies,
And lived in her imaginary box
In a family so small
There were never any secrets
In..
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A Poem by Kris
Throw your mess inside me
All the waste you can’t deal with
I am nothing more than a way to dispose
Of you annoying guilt
Give it all to me..
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A Story by Kris
The headlights of the passing cars, shifted over the small heap of a being in front of me. The thing couldn’t have been bigger than my two hands..
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A Story by Kris
Dark room, blue couch, one blanket, sitting side beside, staring at the blank white wall in front of us. We always sit here, we always stare, he alway..
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