

My life at the momentShe lay on her back, her body very still, her gaze very soft as it lingered on her ceiling, hoping that it would fall down on her. Maybe through her…so the sky would be open to her pondering eyes.My life at the moment
A prisoner of her own imagination she struggled to find her inspiration. It was gone. He was gone. She found in herself a desire none could satisfy…an inability to think or function. A boy, that’s all. Just a boy.
She tried to repeat it over and over in her head but the more she said it to try and convince herself of the truth of it, the less convincing it actually sounded.
It would not have been far from the t


TearBest friends. The phrase paraded around in my head. Constantly battering my mind with its endless monotony. Go away! I shot back at my inward annoyance.Tear
Best friends. Taunting me now so that my blood boiled. I ground my teeth together. Best friends. What a joke! What classifies someone as a friend? Ability to share secrets? Someone whom you can have a good time with? So what happens when they betray you? I'm not talking about the simple things. A lie here and there, anger now and then. All forgivable. But what happens when this best friend goes beyond a little lie or some anger? I can answer that one, it's easy. The phrase become
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"Imagination is intelligence with an erection."
--Victor Hugo
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many thanks miss for the
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I want to have text with you
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When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half.
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