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StoryJealousy andrew-evans012 years 2 months ago
StoryI love it andrew-evans112 years 2 months ago
StoryHow love should be andrew-evans212 years 2 months ago
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StoryIs it just me? andrew-evans112 years 2 months ago
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StoryFly or fall andrew-evans012 years 2 months ago
StoryDoppleganger syndrome: The case of the 'Anti-ganger' andrew-evans012 years 2 months ago
StoryDoppleganger syndrome: The case of the Perfect 'ganger' andrew-evans012 years 2 months ago
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StoryWhat I'd do (acrostic) andrew-evans914 years 3 months ago

My stories

You might be right

There will always be days where you feel like your best just isn't good enough, where no matter what you do no matter what you say, it will only be 'OK'. Why do these days always come

The rain

The pitter pat of the raindrops on the glass my world separated from outside. The rain very rhythmical in its own unique way, the last step of a long cycle, journey across the world.

A few months

A few months till you'll be free, to do what you want to do and be who you want to be till you'll really be happy, you'll have broke the mould overcome the expectation.

Sharp edges

Don't want to feel this way any more, like my heart has smashed all over the floor it's shards sharp at the edge. We can talk and be happy but then we'll say one thing

It's easy

You say that you're too much work or not pretty enough for me, you know that you have issues and that things that most others don't, and sometimes you'll tell me things

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