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Passing Glances

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“Passing Glances” One hundred and Thirty-five Pounds         I credit myself to being somewhat of a hopeless romantic. In this sta...
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my only love story

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The rain fell down on the house roof like it was sent on a mission from God. "Doesn't the rain look-" "Nice?" she ...
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Left Behind

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Tw: Suicide, Depression She is walking down the hall "Who is She?" he wonders What does it matter? She is sitting, all ...
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Storms

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tw:suicide There once was a boy, who came in the form of a 13-year-old with messy brown hair, who loved the rain. He loved...
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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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