April

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StoryIn The Gutter April312 years 8 months ago
StoryI Don't Care April012 years 8 months ago
StoryHate April012 years 8 months ago
StoryIf April012 years 8 months ago
StoryHeartless-can-be? April012 years 8 months ago
StoryInvisible Scars April012 years 8 months ago
StoryHope-less April012 years 8 months ago
StoryDigits Of Love April212 years 8 months ago
StoryDuality April312 years 8 months ago
StoryFire April312 years 8 months ago
StoryEvening April112 years 8 months ago
StoryEscapism April112 years 8 months ago
StoryFetter April112 years 8 months ago
StoryFrom The Heart April012 years 8 months ago
StoryFate And Fortune April012 years 8 months ago
StoryDiaries April012 years 8 months ago
StoryEvery Single Evening's Plot April216 years 7 months ago
StoryZero April116 years 7 months ago
StoryVictim April816 years 7 months ago

My stories

Routine

By April on Wed, 16 Jun 2010

Your husband, unfaithful, and five stupid kids Do grow the seeds of despair; You water them amply, chain-eating with greed Cheap sweets. Listen, quit it. Stare.
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I Don't Care

By April on Sat, 29 May 2010

You detest me. The reason is clear, And your welcome is always so cold, But the core of my perfect idea Has been stolen by the whole Heartless cruel rotten world.
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Sleepless Revelations

By April on Mon, 05 Apr 2010

The news has said it's getting better, But who on Earth believes in it? Now, when all dreams are bound to shatter, I laugh at such a lame deceit. And I don't care this place is dying
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The Words Of Anguish

By April on Wed, 10 Mar 2010

Surrounded by my past, I have discovered a lot. I have discovered at last The anguish of loss in my chest. This anguish is all that I've got. Surrounded by this gloom,
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The Truth

By April on Wed, 24 Feb 2010

You are not the ones for love to know, You are not the ones for life to please, All you hunt is dirty euro dough, It's, in fact, a terrible disease. Your infected ego is inflated,
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