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Cold. Hot. Wet. Dry. The ramblings of the deranged mind sending signal after signal explaining the warped reality around him. It was wonderful, this convoluted certainty. It was awesome. Not ... read more -
Remember to listen to your thoughts. What prevents you from writing? What causes you to look for one more website, just one more way to prevent doing what you want ... read more -
She's right. Bein' here, a taste of wind of my arms, ain't doin' nothin' fo' them. They could die either way, they could live either way. Cecile 'as her own ... read more -
___1. Мне было четырнадцать лет, когда я узнала, что мои родители больше никогда не вернуться домой... Была обижена на весь мир, на людей, на Бога... Настал долгий серый ненастный день, ... read more -
Mary was sent to fetch me, tuggin' at my arm 'till I moved from the open door. She don't bother shuttin' it against the heavy winds, knowin' there ain't no ... read more -
The next morning was one of those continued rituals. “Desiree, you have practice in an hour!” my mom calls to me. I moan but sit up, shutting off the loud ... read more -
Bom... eu to escrevendo puramente por tedio. Porque como o meu computador nao esta montado, eu to usando o meu Wii. read more -
the couch and taken her place instead, but neither of them said a word to me, their eyes speaking volumes, sullen and sunken and held open by sheer force of ... read more -
when i look at photographs i die thinking god how could i let that go? why i let him go because he let me go. he pushed me out, said ... read more -
welcome to true math hell today. so to be blunt and tmi perhaps...i have a yeast infection...i know its completely disgusting. but its horrible read more
