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The world's full of apathy, but I don't care. On one hand, I'm indecisive; but on the other, I'm not. I go the whole nine yards to avoid colloquialisms, and I have my doubts about disbelief.

The End She traces his name over and over for his signature is the final thing he left her.

Honky Tonk Singer He was a plain as his T-shirt with a chin squared into a don't give me no shit determination. He drank beer in the Dakota's, strummed his guitar with callused fingers and stained the sheets

The World creeks like an old clock as it cools and slows down, Rested light lingers and thinks of nothing.

What Was the last thing you remember?

Chapter 1 Did you ever feel like your life is a soap opera? Because, for the past few weeks my life has been mayhem, and that's only the start of it. You see. Being the middle child (near enough) in my family is bad enough, most of the responsibility falls to me, whilst I am still being treated like a child, but the last few weeks should have shown that I'm not a child any more, hopefully. Why don't I start back, in September, when it all started. (and I met the love of my life)

two lips apart doth part and kiss still in the night so still and bright new moon she is in splendour bliss she leans upon her silent knight his outstretched arms now do release this crescent young into his stars

"...Off the narrow, winding country road, at the end of a long gravel driveway, stood the main house..."

Carry me to forensics, Extract my dna, Analyse each hair, And roll both thumbs, Slice organs out to weigh.