SqueakyDuck

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StoryManual diagnostic SqueakyDuck44 years 3 months ago
StoryMother knows best, a breastfeeding tale. SqueakyDuck07 years 7 months ago
StoryFires. SqueakyDuck67 years 7 months ago
StoryBe who you truly are. SqueakyDuck47 years 7 months ago
StoryThe vanity of the ideal Youth. SqueakyDuck57 years 7 months ago
StoryHello conscience SqueakyDuck87 years 7 months ago
StoryDeath beyond Pixels. SqueakyDuck111 years 3 months ago
StoryBitter ramblings SqueakyDuck111 years 3 months ago
StoryAwakening to reality. SqueakyDuck011 years 3 months ago
StoryArmy sibling. SqueakyDuck011 years 3 months ago
StoryA quote of my own that I could live by. SqueakyDuck011 years 3 months ago
Forum topicThe influence of music in writing SqueakyDuck711 years 3 months ago
Forum topicThe influence of music in writing SqueakyDuck011 years 3 months ago
Forum topicVampire romance's are now over the top. SqueakyDuck3111 years 3 months ago
Collectionpurification SqueakyDuck011 years 3 months ago
StoryYou are my creation. SqueakyDuck011 years 5 months ago
StoryWhiskey tune SqueakyDuck111 years 5 months ago
StoryWith all my love. SqueakyDuck011 years 5 months ago
StorySplit. (A short part of what im working on) SqueakyDuck011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe first written words, spoken by the true me. SqueakyDuck611 years 5 months ago
StoryLife sucker. SqueakyDuck111 years 5 months ago
StoryMy past is my future. SqueakyDuck111 years 5 months ago
StoryThe pages of a book. SqueakyDuck011 years 5 months ago
StoryMy grave of war; I think of you. SqueakyDuck011 years 5 months ago
StoryIf only they knew. Part 1 SqueakyDuck111 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Manual diagnostic

Here I go, here lies the millionth attempt to write from a place of truth, no song or dance, no scattered attempts of diguise, just a raw recolection...

Mother knows best, a breastfeeding tale.

Mother and I lay down on our side, so that mother can feed me with love and pride, drink, drink, drink I must I know, so that into a brave woman I...

Split. (A short part of what im working on)

Hope had drowned, I stared into the mirror looking at the withered stranger standing before me, her eyes were a void of despair, sinking in their own pain, a light I had once prided myself on had turn

A quote of my own that I could live by.

"The person we pretend to become will oneday become us, and all the frivolities of the past will soon enough be lost, like our former selfs".

You are my creation.

I am addicted My lines are harsh yet beautiful I shape you, perfect you and search for you. I have been drawing an angel.

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