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A Story by Zi
I am an Artist, first and foremost, be it in words, paint, or pixels.
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A Story by Zi
Every night when I walk home, I pass this van parked on the street in front of this house. The van is never there during the day, or at least not that..
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A Poem by Zi
She is the salt in the wound she, herself, made on my heart
She is thething that can keep me up atnight, wondering
She is the reasonI cannot concent..
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A Poem by Zi
Like putting your hands into the fire
It's a test of strength and will
An acceptance of inevitability
When all is said and done
This is but a drea..
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A Story by Zi
In life, there are two choices. You live your life, or you don't. It's that simple.
This is life. It sucks. We deal with it and keep on keeping on..
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A Poem by Zi
And it will begin
And it will be beautiful
Like the sound of angels
Crying at Wisdom's feet
And it will be serene
Like water's surface
Fro..
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A Poem by Zi
Think of all the
comforting things
people have ever
told you,
or that you have ever
told yourself,
or told others.
When you think o..
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A Poem by Zi
I am myself
And none other
Made of my father
And my mother
I am myself
And always shall be
Truth is never
What you can see
I am myself
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A Poem by Zi
Sleep tonight
So you can wake and wonder
In the morning
Be still tonight
We can kiss and break the spell
It's so simple
Believe tonight
Iwi..
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A Chapter by Zi
Bang. Bang. Bang. With his blindfold on and his back against the wall, Chris stood. He just stood silently and waited. Soon enough the gun would be po..
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