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StoryLove and its many after effects: Part 1 adora011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe other you adora011 years 11 months ago
StoryI woke up feeling poetic adora011 years 11 months ago
StoryIf I could say anything adora011 years 11 months ago
StoryI used to dream about adora211 years 11 months ago
StoryFor my valentine adora011 years 11 months ago
StoryMy extraodinary adora212 years 2 weeks ago
StorySo we didn't survive the week adora212 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLast Daze adora212 years 2 months ago
StoryTell Tale adora212 years 5 months ago
StoryThings that you should know that I will never get to say adora212 years 7 months ago
StoryLovers' Feat (What seperates us) adora212 years 10 months ago
StoryUntitled Psalm adora112 years 10 months ago
StoryHippolyta Defeated (re-post) amlee812 years 11 months ago
StoryNow and Never adora313 years 3 months ago
StoryYesterday's Sky Silver Spun Sand1813 years 3 months ago
StoryInspired by “The Fall” by penandpaperdreams adora213 years 5 months ago
StoryThe accidental ode adora113 years 6 months ago
StoryJelousy is not your only vice adora413 years 6 months ago
StoryHe had those regret me eyes(I.P) adora213 years 8 months ago
StoryMissing you adora613 years 9 months ago
StoryEvery Junkie Fears the Miracle cormacru999813 years 9 months ago
StoryLove is like holding your head to an electric fan, real close. maggyvaneijk3313 years 9 months ago
StorySome span313 years 9 months ago
StoryOne Day Beeme1213 years 9 months ago

My stories

Character

It has taken me a long time to get this right, perhaps even, not until this moment. I have been a coward ever since I decided that it was too hard,...
Cherry

The Verge

My attempt to share my struggles with overcoming my fear of failure to embrace all that awaits me on the other side.

Ashes I.P.

I yearn so much to be more than I am, that self of mine that took that other road that led to a death much more remarkable than what I would expect of my current form.

So we didn't survive the week

I am oblivious, I have been alone for so long, been wanting to not be alive for so long that I belittle those that value life.

My extraodinary

You go about making yourself ordinary, Mimicking the wildlings in summer swoon. They strut their stuff, dazzle with their half kind eyes That crinkle at the edges

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