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Storynever ever delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe lusterless god delapruch012 years 6 months ago
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Storyunfair fights delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe promise delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storykleenex et champagne delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storynarcissistic parent delapruch112 years 6 months ago
Storythe trained animal delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe threat of permanence delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyromney in NH delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe musical remembrance masochist delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe watcher delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe frequent apology delapruch012 years 6 months ago
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Storyoscuridad en Aguascalientes delapruch012 years 6 months ago
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Storyrational tweet to a nationalist ethnocentric american imbecile delapruch012 years 6 months ago
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Storysoap sculptures delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe resolution charade parade delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe development of dead eyes delapruch012 years 6 months ago
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Storythe intervention delapruch112 years 6 months ago

My stories

patterns

trying to be yourself whilst others hold you under the microscope, these “patterns” revealed, those of which do not lend any conclusions, are drawn up as if they do,

property

inevitably cruel & heartless is the first face that looks upon a baby with the idea that they are property, s/he who is the caregiver, seeing a child not as something to

translucent

whilst things are bad for you the person close is there & your sad little tears come raining, so personal & so dramatic, flash monsoons in the middle of a supposed dry season,

temporary

maybe there’s an inner shame that s/he doesn’t want to talk about, maybe a thousand shrinks couldn’t skin the top of that surface, but it glows from out the iris when

time served

what brought him to this place she wants to forget---doesn’t matter, didn’t matter, because she stood by her man when it happened & he had been a great man

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