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Dogs of Old
My knowledge of anything is useless when I forget everything It was how he died it was how they died it was how we died in the woods in the field in a building alone but no one forgot not even the new dogs that weren't there when
Kevin Dixon
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Surgery (Unfinished Intentional Placeholder)
Friday's Favor (Placeholder unfinished)
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Rain of Daggers
It's like editing a book, maybe? An extra pause here, a slight change in tone not portrayed on the page correctly ? The downfall happens in the same manner, small, insignificant, unknowingly, though, still ... That's not way to stop it, that can't be it... In
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The Fall (Part 1)
From what i can understand from what i can tell who I am and i can see there might be an I, a we, a me ... those are pretty distinctly but sometimes there's an us and the us is a problem It tends to coerce me into trusting
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Beds of Stone
You tell me everything, and I listen. Anything you want to tell me I want to know. I don't always understand it, but we can talk about anything. "Click" Except us. We are taboo. I just wish I understood. What makes me so worse? You compare
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Shade of the Tree
Everybody has hobbies. Everybody has interests. Everybody has opinions. Everybody has dreams... Unless you don’t. Then they’re beat out of you. My dream as a kid? Normal. That’s it. Simple, right? Though — how many of us actually are normal? I don’t think I’ve ever met
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Luck
I felt more like myself today, not a lot, but just a little. work is over but it's cold, no vehicle to drive me, so in the snow I walk I see the line but not a painted one, it's jagged, not as straight as I&
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15: Just Next to You
Sometimes I'll play the lottery, a little more literally than I'd like we don't like the word literally, I just need things to be clear. you're already doing what you're doing, but things don't always make sense, I&
The Book of Tragedies
You're my friend ... I remember you. our best friend ... we can trust you ... right ? "I actually like it here, a lot ... too much, probably ... i never really want to leave I just have to ... I don't ... belong here" I just want to ... this place
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Don't let it get to you
I'm exhausted Everything is all I can think about, I can't stop now, I've gone too far. As the days pass we get closer walking standing leaning gazing laughing loving it's torture I'm exhausted "click" but I love
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The I, The We, The Us — and Me
— from Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene 3 Friar Laurence’s cell * Romeo. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death: then banished, Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,