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My stories

Christmas Time in Shady Pine, America

(dedicated to Sutton the Red and my brother Chris, out on probation) I grew up here amid the trailers outside this backward Oregon town; Ever since I was two

Christmas Time in Shady Pine, America

[I]dedicated to Sutton the Red and my brother Chris, out on probation[/I] I grew up here amid the trailers outside a backward Oregon town; Ever since I was two

Questing for Sanity

Wild with grief, I tear my hair, try to think of the people who've cared about me, cheery concerned feminine faces of many different shapes and races,

Keep on Running

Let confusion have it's time cause it will... along with poverty, war, and crime. that's right just keep running for your light although your mind screams out with fright all night.

the American dregs

May you never feel as I do, as the torment grows inside you. You can fall all day and there's no one there to catch you when you're the American dregs When there is no home to go to

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