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StoryDad.s Words pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryD - Not one full stop nor comma pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryCompleteness my only passion pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryCast Away pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryCall time over, please hang up pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryC- Is it old&;#063; pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryBumble beeeeee pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryBlinded by you pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryBitter realities pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryBetrayal. pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryB - Open eyes, opened minds pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryAnon : without reason pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryAlone pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryAGE ! pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryA storm of love pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionDays in, Days out my Journal pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionFun and games pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionLet the words speak pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionPeople pioden011 years 11 months ago
CollectionFrom love to friendship pioden011 years 11 months ago
StoryWaiting for news pioden012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryZ - Zebra crossing pioden012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryX - A little bit less pioden012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWords - Sea of Essays pioden012 years 2 weeks 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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