Crystal's Meth
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Love's echoA Story by Crystal's MethLeah yawned, while stretching out her arms, dramatically. She rested her hands on her hips and stared out her window. It was 5am. The fiery sun was ju.. |
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AuthenticityA Story by Crystal's MethMy heart grows like the flowers in my Mother’s garden at Springtime. It blossoms with cherished friends and close love. Its vines envelope belov.. |
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StayA Story by Crystal's MethHe was like the Sun ; brilliant and self-sustaining.I was like the Moon ; a lonely halo glimmering off his light, orbiting his shape for warmth.I real.. |
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The WriterA Story by Crystal's MethA view of a Writer's heart, from a Writer |
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