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To CreateI want to create something earthshattering So that when people read it They become inspired with ideas of their own Children that they will see to paper And rear to explain themselvesTo Create
I want to create something earthshattering That will break through bias And once again we will see That we are not black or white But human; we are grey
I want to create something earthshattering To make us feel good about ourselves What we conceive, The footprint on the earth we make The love that we give and take


The ChangelingsEvery time she swallowed, it felt as though her throat were ripping itself apart, muscle from skin. Even though he would look at her, he would not touch her, but she knew that if he did then she would surely scream. His eyes were violating her, scrutinizing every blemish on her skin and every failure etched into her mind.The Changelings
He turned his head back to his work at the reception desk. She sat across from him, suit smoothed out to perfection, posture impeccable in the cushioned waiting room seats. The security camera stared at her with unbidden apathy, the glistening black lens reflecting her features in grotesque bubbled fashion. The


ManeaterMolly eased onto the couch, immediately lighting a cigarette and pressing it to pursed lips. The coral red lipstick stains left on the paper suggested that she had only just got home, but she already had a bottle of booze in one hand and a cancer stick in the other. She was an alcoholic and a nicotine addict leading herself to a fast death which she partially attributed to her mother ingraining the mantra 'Live hard, die young' into her since she was nine. Her mother had died shortly after her thirty-second birthday.Maneater
A large aquarium composed the wall that faced the sofa and so its glittering blue-violet reflection sprawled acros


The Ghost of YouIt was quiet in his apartment; the shades were drawn to fend off the encroaching sunlight and the shambles of half-forgotten projects were constantly begging him for affection. Yet he could smell her coming. Not through his nose but through the way his mind ventured on to the thought of her involuntarily. Not that he regretted it. On cue, he heard her knuckles rap sharply at the door. He didn't bother to answer because she had a key and only knocked, he knew, to give him some semblance of privacy. Like clockwork, he heard the key slip into its sheath and twist to open the tumblers and let life in. It was a cruel game, he decided,The Ghost of You

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"Feelings have a way of doing to you what they want to do, and love has a way of surprising you. You can't control everything."
VM
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cool stuff
Haha I'm lame.
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You can bait into the water, but you'll never get the hint.
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
Hey.
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You can bait into the water, but you'll never get the hint.
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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