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StoryThings that keep me awake at night Insertponceyfre...393 years 2 months ago
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StoryCloser innes-may69 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen I Was a Boy smokejack39 years 8 months ago
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StoryThe Kindest Light innes-may79 years 9 months ago
StoryLines innes-may109 years 11 months ago
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StoryMessiah to Mummy innes-may711 years 5 months ago
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StoryScreaming save me through personals dgl111 years 5 months ago
StoryDear Dad skinner_jennifer2411 years 5 months 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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