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Dry Pulp
Marred by the expectations of the early trailer, a picture that seemed so soft and free was not so appealing, yet when running to the...
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No Justifications
Have you ever wondered why you are here at this moment, all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets, If you can...
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Long Subdued
Rusty, windy, fallen out of line, it had been a very long time, recollecting back from scrap, trying to get everything back in my grasp....
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Warmth
Moonlight walk, slow steps, the sands falling beneath your feet, but the thought in your mind keeps on going steep, life had taken a...
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Chapter 8: Re - birth
A lot of time has passed, things have moved on, my relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own, dewy leaves and fresh...
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Black Magic
Frozen, fallen from that iceberg, he slipped into the cold blue river, entering the deep abyss of that mystery, was the never-ending road...
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