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StoryAs if we never were... purplethunder111 years 11 months ago
StoryAll the lonely people purplethunder011 years 11 months ago
StoryAll i ever wanted to be... purplethunder211 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat use have we of language today? purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWithout You [warning: might be a little TOO romantic :)] purplethunder112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPossessions (This country isn't mine, This country isn't yours) purplethunder112 years 3 weeks ago
Storysilent misery. purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Fool that Falls in Love purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Secret of Secrets purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Fear of Fear purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StorySecrets purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIt ain't gonna get any easier purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI wish I were beautiful purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHundredth Death purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI know what a heartbreak is purplethunder412 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFREEDOM purplethunder212 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDepression purplethunder112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDiary of an Accidental Killer - PART 1 purplethunder012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLies of the Lamb purplethunder313 years 11 months ago
StoryNowhere is quite as warm as yesterday purplethunder313 years 11 months ago

My stories

As if we never were...

Come, lay by me and find my hands In the dark between the warm bedding- The window is dark, the shades dimly aglow The sun is at ascent (or it might be setting) .

Hundredth Death

This time when I leave there will be bells tolling, The reaper will walk with sad weeping women in dark shades This instance my death will be one too many times

Depression

I feel the cold on this summer's day as only i can; for the chill is in my bones and as the drafty air whispers through my room while the colors bursting through my window

Without You [warning: might be a little TOO romantic :)]

Without you, the mundane morning clattering of the maid’s cutlery, Is naught but senseless noise; with you, it is music- Without you, the biting summer sun in all its glory is barely more

The Fear of Fear

Fear is not what I am afraid of. True, it is a frightful thing to fear; But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming Especially when its form becomes sheer

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