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The death in our Wonderlands

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(This is just a tiny excerpt from a story I'm writing. So sorry it's terrible...) I had a nice dream last night. My family w...
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Feigning Clarity

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You said “everything makes sense when she’s around” And in some childish way, it ' hurted ' And I try to summon evidence that m...
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Origins

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I come from a land of paper and ink. Not that I live there; it’s a place I visit                 when my dreams get trapped in the g...
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