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StoryThings that keep me awake at night insertponceyfre...394 years 9 months ago
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StoryCloser innes-may611 years 3 months ago
StoryWhen I Was a Boy smokejack311 years 3 months ago
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StoryLines innes-may1011 years 5 months ago
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StoryMessiah to Mummy innes-may712 years 12 months ago
StorySitting on a Plastic Chair innes-may712 years 12 months ago
StoryScreaming save me through personals dgl113 years 1 week ago
StoryDear Dad skinner_jennifer2413 years 1 week ago
StoryLost at Sea. wet_towels713 years 1 week ago
StoryMumbles From the Madhouse: Chapter One Sooz0061513 years 1 week ago
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My stories

The Child in a Drugs Raid (For Abigail)

The child in a drugs raid may piss herself – it's the shock. The massive boom The shouting. The splintering door. The child in a drugs raid may feel...
Cherry

Closer

Funny, I feel closer to your dead body with a cigarette in my hand
Cherry

Paraphernalia

I got addicted while trying to medicate you sedate you ease out the strange marzipan of our days with my rolling pin joints
Gold cherry

Lines

By the age of nine I was mainlining affirmation Turning co-dependent tricks to get the hit I needed.
Cherry

Schism

You came forth different thorny and beaten your unfurling violent and self-loathing the constant sense that nothing is right not with you, in your head.

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