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Release cheuter | Words Of Birds
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April 25, 2015 · 5:40 am. Jumping off Saturday morning edges, the past cheater. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note | Words Of Birds
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A Roar at the Zoo →. April 30, 2015 · 5:08 pm. The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note. I woke up and laid in bed,. Writing in my head. Sentences explaining love made and love lost,. Girls who I knew and have forgotten and. Explanations for the reasons I do the things I do,. And the things I do not do anymore). I woke and walked downstairs to get coffee and. To further expand the ideas in my head. I had a smoke and the writings began to leave my head. The ideas explaining my generation –. Enter your email add...
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I’m not damaged – Sobreviviente
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You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. -pooh. June 26, 2015. July 6, 2015. I’m not damaged. My doctor said i needed x-rays. My parents said I need a therapist. My friends said I have PTSD. My insurance company said I needed a better premium. My teachers said I needed a tutor. My ex said I was a crazy b*tch. My heart said I should try again. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). All music i...
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Flutter – Sobreviviente
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You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. -pooh. June 26, 2015. June 27, 2015. Sitting in the meadow the boy. Shivered. He was tired from running. Though from what he didn’t quite know. maybe from the wind. His mum told him even God cries and the rain. Is his tears, so the boy watched God cry in silence. Across the meadow stood a wall of Shadows. The Wall of Shadows. Seemed to stretch on forever, thought the boy. In the Solemn silence.
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A Roar at the Zoo | Words Of Birds
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The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note. May 5, 2015 · 1:57 am. A Roar at the Zoo. Calming down for the day, I’m thinking of a zoo, how the animals are given food, shelter and a mate. Life is handed to them. Would humans be less inclined to roar if we had it handed to us? The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note. One response to “. A Roar at the Zoo. May 5, 2015 at 10:51 am. No because we humans are never satisfied! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Musings of a 20-something writer | of life, and some more | Page 2
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Musings of a 20-something writer. Of life, and some more. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. May 19, 2016. May 15, 2016. May 13, 2016. May 10, 2016. May 7, 2016. May 2, 2016. April 30, 2016. Newer posts →. Travelling Teddies' Journey Down Under. Musings of a Cat. The Better Man Project. Cook With What You Have. Magic in the Backyard. Musings of a 20-something writer. Blog at WordPress.com. Loving Life and Inspiring Others. Travelling Teddies' Journey Down Under. Spread Pos...
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May | 2013 | calvin5811
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All posts for the month May, 2013. Life without limbs yet. Published May 30, 2013. Of switchblade zephyrs,. Trees, boughs unladen. Into spread-eagle gravity,. Downed but not done,. Life without limbs yet,. Nesting at my doorstep. Why I just deactivated my Facebook account – #FBrape. Published May 30, 2013. Why I just deactivated my Facebook account – #FBrape. Why do you rape me? It’s Okay to Cry. Top Posts and Pages. Why do you rape me? Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. A mess in a dress.
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February | 2014 | calvin5811
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All posts for the month February, 2014. Why do you rape me? Published February 27, 2014. The world is full of hypocrites, selfish and cruel people; moreover as we are moving along with the new century all we have explored is more of evil and darkness in ourselves. Recent rape. Murders and homicides suggests that we are on the edge of breaking out each and every single cell of goodness in ourselves. Our elders no longer knows the difference between right and wrong. Published February 10, 2014. Why do you ...
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At Lunch | calvin5811
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Published January 10, 2014. Everyday,i sit in a room by a window and eat my lunch with a group of my colleagues.It is a huge window and i always prefer sitting by the side.Not because i see an amazing landscape or feel a gentle breeze flowing through,but instead i watch a group of construction workers and poor laborers work there in the scorching heat,while sit here comfortably eating my lunch. Among the group,I particularly noticed this family of three,a mother,father and a small boy. You are commenting...
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Concealed | calvin5811
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Published February 10, 2014. The world has become a lake of ice,. With no concord or compassion,. Where no one hears or responds. They say eyes reflect the truth. But does anyone have the time? To look into someones eyes. I feel the loneliness,it stays with me always,. They say she likes it all by herself. Maybe they think i don’t need,to be. Hugged or acknowledged,. Because of the pain i hide. Deep down,it is all about emotions. I am just a tiny mortal particle of the universe. Who ceases to exist.
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