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Storyeverything the world does wrong delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storydumbstruck flirt delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyflowers to the hill delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyeon delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyfeigning interest delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storydistaste of the political delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyexhausting the exhausted exhaustives delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyendorphins delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyeggshells delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyenvelopway delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storyeli & oskar delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyfresh blood delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storydeface away delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyevery man is an island delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyextreme flight risk delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storygaining reason delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyeasier for you delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storydismantle the hero delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyevery four years (the american election campaign sonata) delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storyfruition delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storydefiance is pure delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyejacula delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storydistressing leather delapruch013 years 4 months ago
Storyfor the holiday suicides delapruch113 years 4 months ago
Storydire reflection delapruch113 years 4 months ago

My stories

MAKING GAZA BURN

TO WRITE ANOTHER PIECE ABOUT THE MOTHERFUCKING PSYCHOTIC NETANYAHU & HIS GOVERNMENT OF BLOODY FUCKING KILLERS AIMED AT ERASING THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE OFF THE FUCKING MAP,

failed relationships & financial ruin

failed relationships, broken pieces of people left on the pavement in memory, burning forever, crushed inside so many different ways that all the king’s horses & men wouldn’t

minus the regenerative

the mirror takes no prisoners, for it doth reflect all the ugliness that composes the present & very real you that stares back, smashing again & again with fists full up to the brim

the things we do

beat ourselves into submission, just to prove there’s further that we can progress, lie to ourselves right back in the mirror, just to show there’s someone that we trust less,

when sickness came

bet on what s/he thought would be a “sure thing” (sure, s/he wouldn’t admit to him/herself that there wasn’t such a thing as a “sure thing,” but s/he

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