Organizing My WorkA Story by TopHatGirlA bunch of sentences and stanzas that I am going to put into poems or stories. Im keeping them here for now so I don't forget them.
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The sunset looked like someone had just cried blood.
Rocking back and forth, the dread comes. Ticking away my death. When I was little, my brother told me that one person can't save the world. How right he was. Umbrellas flew into the air, with no hope of returning. Sorrow flies, happiness drags, what a twisted world we're in. My number was 7, and there was 6 people ahead of me waiting to die. Night fell, and so did my grandmother. So naturally everything went wrong. © 2010 TopHatGirlAuthor's Note
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Added on March 16, 2010Last Updated on March 16, 2010 Tags: organizing, havoc, random, file, tophatgirl AuthorTopHatGirl[Redacted], NVAboutHi, I'm TopHatGirl! If you're here about my character lessons or to get some advice, email me instead of messaging at [email protected]. This is because I don't go on this site as much anym.. more..Writing
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