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StoryDad.s Words pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryD - Not one full stop nor comma pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryCompleteness my only passion pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryCast Away pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryCall time over, please hang up pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryC- Is it old&;#063; pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryBumble beeeeee pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryBlinded by you pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryBitter realities pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryBetrayal. pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryB - Open eyes, opened minds pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryAnon : without reason pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryAlone pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryAGE ! pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryA storm of love pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionDays in, Days out my Journal pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionFun and games pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionLet the words speak pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionPeople pioden012 years 3 months ago
CollectionFrom love to friendship pioden012 years 3 months ago
StoryWaiting for news pioden012 years 4 months ago
StoryZ - Zebra crossing pioden012 years 4 months ago
StoryX - A little bit less pioden012 years 4 months ago
StoryWords - Sea of Essays pioden012 years 4 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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