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StoryTears cigarettes and ...012 years 10 months ago
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My stories

#1

Dear Diary; It's him again. It's him plaguing my mind, encompassing my soul.

Memoirs of a Comatose

Take me to another world, capture my heart- and hold me close. Rech deep into my soul plucking softly at the rhythm that i held so close. Offer me an escape from this void

Conceit

I’m liberal to a degree in a world that cannot be free of criticism over every step- not even applause for success, just more to blame as a consequence.

purity

To live pure is to live honest; to yourself. A life full of flavour is the consequence of untainted living. Drinking tea black, just tea leaves and milk

parisian mist.

Walking down such a familiar street, though in an absence of mind; my head is whirring, leaving me to feel faint and vision blurred, but i keep walking. Step- after step- after step.

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