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StoryManual diagnostic SqueakyDuck45 years 11 months ago
StoryMother knows best, a breastfeeding tale. SqueakyDuck09 years 2 months ago
StoryFires. SqueakyDuck69 years 3 months ago
StoryBe who you truly are. SqueakyDuck49 years 3 months ago
StoryThe vanity of the ideal Youth. SqueakyDuck59 years 3 months ago
StoryHello conscience SqueakyDuck89 years 3 months ago
StoryDeath beyond Pixels. SqueakyDuck112 years 11 months ago
StoryBitter ramblings SqueakyDuck112 years 11 months ago
StoryAwakening to reality. SqueakyDuck012 years 11 months ago
StoryArmy sibling. SqueakyDuck012 years 11 months ago
StoryA quote of my own that I could live by. SqueakyDuck012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicThe influence of music in writing SqueakyDuck712 years 11 months ago
Forum topicThe influence of music in writing SqueakyDuck012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicVampire romance's are now over the top. SqueakyDuck3112 years 11 months ago
Collectionpurification SqueakyDuck012 years 11 months ago
StoryYou are my creation. SqueakyDuck013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryWhiskey tune SqueakyDuck113 years 4 weeks ago
StoryWith all my love. SqueakyDuck013 years 4 weeks ago
StorySplit. (A short part of what im working on) SqueakyDuck013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe first written words, spoken by the true me. SqueakyDuck613 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLife sucker. SqueakyDuck113 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMy past is my future. SqueakyDuck113 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe pages of a book. SqueakyDuck013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMy grave of war; I think of you. SqueakyDuck013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryIf only they knew. Part 1 SqueakyDuck113 years 4 weeks ago

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My stories

Manual diagnostic

Here I go, here lies the millionth attempt to write from a place of truth, no song or dance, no scattered attempts of diguise, just a raw recolection...

Mother knows best, a breastfeeding tale.

Mother and I lay down on our side, so that mother can feed me with love and pride, drink, drink, drink I must I know, so that into a brave woman I...

Split. (A short part of what im working on)

Hope had drowned, I stared into the mirror looking at the withered stranger standing before me, her eyes were a void of despair, sinking in their own pain, a light I had once prided myself on had turn

A quote of my own that I could live by.

"The person we pretend to become will oneday become us, and all the frivolities of the past will soon enough be lost, like our former selfs".

You are my creation.

I am addicted My lines are harsh yet beautiful I shape you, perfect you and search for you. I have been drawing an angel.

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