My Stories
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Freezing, shivering , shaking myself out of a dream that had cats and green ghosts in it. Automatically, before my eyes even open and I barley comprehend that I am awake, I
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I watch her quietly from across the room, sometimes trying to look away but it seems near impossible. The frail pale blond child with the most unexplainably expressionless emer
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My Poetry
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<100 words, 7 comments,
August 7, 2005. In 0, 18
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In the dark
My high beams bright
100 words, 11 comments,
July 25, 2005. In 0, 18
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