andrew-evans

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StoryI wish I did too. andrew-evans113 years 1 month ago
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StoryI love it andrew-evans113 years 1 month ago
StoryHow love should be andrew-evans213 years 1 month ago
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StoryIs it just me? andrew-evans113 years 1 month ago
StoryI promised myself andrew-evans213 years 1 month ago
StoryI swore andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryHolocaust andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
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StoryFortified paper heart andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryEnvy andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryFriendship lost to hardship andrew-evans213 years 1 month ago
StoryFly or fall andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryDoppleganger syndrome: The case of the 'Anti-ganger' andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryDoppleganger syndrome: The case of the Perfect 'ganger' andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryFly away andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryDon't ever leave andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryEight years andrew-evans013 years 1 month ago
StoryIt's easy andrew-evans414 years 5 months ago
StorySky scraper andrew-evans614 years 11 months ago
StoryLike a Princess andrew-evans315 years 1 day ago
StoryThe Leap andrew-evans1015 years 1 week ago
StoryHardly ever andrew-evans215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNever grown up andrew-evans315 years 1 month ago

My stories

This is it

I guess I'm still not ready to do this, the words just won't seem to flow, but this is all I know writing about my feelings so I don't explode. I just keep seeing you there lying on my bed

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

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