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StoryDad.s Words pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryD - Not one full stop nor comma pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryCompleteness my only passion pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryCast Away pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryCall time over, please hang up pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Is it old&;#063; pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryBumble beeeeee pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryBlinded by you pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryBitter realities pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryBetrayal. pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryB - Open eyes, opened minds pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryAnon : without reason pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryAlone pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryAGE ! pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryA storm of love pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionDays in, Days out my Journal pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionFun and games pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionLet the words speak pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionPeople pioden013 years 1 month ago
CollectionFrom love to friendship pioden013 years 1 month ago
StoryWaiting for news pioden013 years 3 months ago
StoryZ - Zebra crossing pioden013 years 3 months ago
StoryX - A little bit less pioden013 years 3 months ago
StoryWords - Sea of Essays pioden013 years 3 months ago

My stories

Bitter realities

All that you can recall from that dark house on the hill was the misery, was the pain, was the harden words as they came it was there that you grew...

Holding on for nothing

A life spell breathed your lying love into me, over clouds of depression you shone, drawing winds across the day, winds to blow away the cobwebs of...

Alone

Loneliness, my friend you never judge me but take me as I am and in your quiet arms I'll rest and allow the fire of me to slowly die. I did so seek...

Call time over, please hang up

She lingers on the end of the line waiting for words to be said, only to find the line dead instead. Tiredness flashes its unfriendly thoughts as...

Y- True Reflections

Smashed glass, the mirror no longer whole. Piece by scattered piece, blinded to the earth, lost from reflection, love so blind. The frame still true...

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