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  • Fiction > Romance
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    I’ll never forget the day we stood on that subway. I wondered what the world thought as we passed it by. The subway filled with people, all in the right place. Business men sending out emails on a smart phone, college kids chatting away, old women tugging grocery carts, tourists - even they seemed...
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    I am the eternally penultimate one. Zealous for life. Ramparts of fear fortress my soul, I am the hidden one. I am the showman, My heart the shrapnel For another man's mirth. Sobriquet: Lous. I am a submarine, or at least I'm subnormal. I am submersed in a subfamily subdued. I am the...
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    I loathe photo’s and mirrors, they all share one common charteristic: the ability to snap my dreams across the knee and sling them to the ground. Each time I look into a mirror or picture, my monstrous features pop out in impossible ways. My dreams shatter, as I realize how unrealistic they really...
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    Theres a me that lives in the woods next door, A Me I wish I was. She a girl who sings and a girl who laughs, and a girl that everyone loves. Sometimes as the day grows dim, I run to her and state, that everything would be but bliss, if her I could mitate. She speaks five tongue...
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    Cut one: I lay the scissors back down on my dresser and gazed proudly upon my bleeding hand. One slice and I had officially entered the realm of “teenage-hood.” I had always been different, throughout childhood. Here I was, thirteen now, and I finally felt right. Like so many other frustrated t...

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