My Poetry
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A hidden treasure unkept by all eternity,
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I don't understand this pain. It shouldn't hurt like this,
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You don't know what it's like
to be a butterfly with cliped, jagged wings.
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Since my fingers have lost words
and my voice has lost its touch,
My Stories
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This title, yours not mine, looks like it could be quite promising for something written of the spiritual variety. You could tell the story of Satan's offspring wanting to secretly be an angel. Satan sends his son into the hu
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One word stretched itself across the forefront of her analytical mind and violently screamed in her ears drowning out every other possible
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