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borderline evilwe judge ourselves by intention..
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Story based on a drawing I did - the picture is the drawing I did.
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This is my memoire, it's my real story, my life. No exaggeration, this is exactly how I recall all the events that happened.
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The curtains danced with the winter wind. The bedroom was swallowed in darkness but a few candles half dead melting on the nightstand. The shadows m..
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This is my story, my real life with an eating disorder. Nothing has been changed, nothing exaggerated. This piece was my assignment to write for my Un..
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I grow wild, young and bewitchingOne of many, I'm a dark roseI glow in the dawn of your loveCome to me and touch meI whisper slowly monstrositiesThat ..
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Drawing in the darkScratching my skinThe ink drops downThe paper slowly drinkingClosing my eyesTrusting my handsFor now censured wordsAre imprinted on..
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Stare at my wrist, those white seams along them sing a nightingale.Hiding under my sleeves, they become a secret from the world I love; I hate.Some ar..
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This poem is from the point f view of a tauro in a tounament that take place usually in Sevilla, Spain.
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His athletic arms tightened around my upper waist, and the stronger he compressed me against his naked chest, the more I felt an acute pain on my sid..
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