Swimmer

For Frances Lawrence He bled an ocean deep. Filling your rock pools, with rage. But it's not your fault, the tragic demise. It was to the bad hands, of generation. The unloved boy,
Cherry
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Keeping Up With The Browns

A final farewell.
Cherry

The Chain

The rain is dislodging the dirt from the pores of the city. It is seeping up the legs of his jeans and squelching between his toes, warm like stagnant bath water.
Cherry

That's How I Ended Up Killing Noel Edmonds

I found it difficult enough to talk on the phone as it is, never mind ringing ‘Old Nick’ up for a pointed chinwag.

Sadness and Silence

There was sadness and there was Silence.

Returning, Always and Never

hmmm, well. allow your self to translate this as you will. it will never make sense to anyone. not even sure it makes sense to us.

Never the Only one

I wont, not to this one. dont even know what i will be to her in time. *shrug* it seems to work

Never Enough

Believing and doubting, Holding on and Letting go, Never being enough for someone

Having fallen, Finally finding some words.

Finally, a chance to voice some thoughts, but no words to speak

LONDON, ENGLAND

LONDON, ENGLAND

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