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rebeccaA Poem by phiaxannpoem for rebecca, she is missed (my sister passed away at the age of 30 from breast cancer and it will never stop hurting, this is for her.) |
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His Baby BoyA Poem by LuissantoA tale of sorrow |
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A Day In SeptemberA Poem by LuissantoA day that would never be forgotten ... |
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Today And TomorrowA Poem by ArriamI'm Sad and I also feel bad having nothing on this account |
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A True LoveA Poem by David P CarrollLove |
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In The Dark ReachesA Poem by Arriam...it may be over but insecurity isn't ever over ayy |
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My Last RequestA Poem by ArriamI hope that this will make it to its intended. I hope against it as well. I've got a lot of useless hope left. Inspired by "Closure" by Teeya. |
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Chapter OneA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingThe roads were always coated in snow at some point at that time of year. People not familiar with the neighborhood would charge onto it, not knowi.. |
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Chapter ThreeA Chapter by Reeling and Writhing“So how many different values of x make this equation true?” Edward asked, tapping on the math question on his homework booklet with.. |
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Chapter FourA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingEdward sat on the bed in his room, tapping his foot on the ground and drumming on the desktop next to him with his fingers. It was all he could .. |
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Chapter FiveA Chapter by Reeling and Writhing“Fenella Burgess,” the principal said, trying to sound enthusiastic into the microphone. Maybe he actually was since the school year.. |
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Chapter SixA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingFay had been told on the package to wait five to ten minutes. She had been checking every couple of seconds, pacing back and forth between her kit.. |
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Chapter SevenA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingFay was sitting on the bed in her room with her face in her hands. She was still wearing her black department store uniform, not having given he.. |
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Chapter NineA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingThe doorbell of Fay’s house rung, and it seemed like it echoed around forever. Fay winced when she heard it and didn’t move until ther.. |
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Chapter TenA Chapter by Reeling and WrithingScott’s navy blue sedan made its way into the street. Anyone who knew him would recognize the dent on the side and the rust stain on the g.. |
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