Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 weeks ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 1 month ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 2 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 4 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 11 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 1 day ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 1 day ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 1 week ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 3 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 1 month ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 1 month ago
StoryII Steve517 years 1 month ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 1 month ago

My stories

the holy spirit has left me

all alone. I feel like a stranger to myself, not knowing my origins or how the source flows into my dreams and myself. I feel like a thing rather than a human filled with heart,

Why do I crave

pornography to snuff out the ends of my confusion, i seek something in the night something in the day, some thing to light my way, why do i so poorly crave pornography?

Lord, do not hate me cause

i'm a hypocrite, i was so envious of wealthy white people, i dolized them, they were so beautiful and so in the center, i wanted so much to be a part of their group

Visitor 3

"Where are you from anyway?" she asked as she lit another cigarette. "South Korea?" "What gives you the right to write about me?" she asked curiously, "What do you really know about me?"

Visitor 2

She seemed to be looking into his eyes, searching for something real, something concrete. For a short time, her eyes almost felt like flashlights.

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