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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

Secrets

I: I wonder at secrets sometimes- Fickle-minded fellows that remain quiet awhile Till a soft word from fate undoes them And then they come away, scattered, nude, bare and plain.

Diary of an Accidental Killer - PART 1

I am going to relate to you my story. It is going to be simple and as short and concise as I can possibly make it.

Nowhere is quite as warm as yesterday

Nowhere is quite as warm as yesterday When the old-school films were still live plays And the actors were in the bloom of their youth- And you and I were still children, singing summer songs

I know what a heartbreak is

I know what a heartbreak is; It is not the actual destruction of a heart, But the loss of something that constitutes the beat; The rhythym is perturbed, the mind is shaken,

Lies of the Lamb

The lamb, a childhood consort, has lied to me She's sung songs that she cannot claim She's sung of blue rivers, of green leas Of bright suns and pleasant rain The lamb, she's told me stories

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