| Heart Felt
| | Sometimes I kick back... | | Words: | 142 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Heart on my sleeve
| | Your words are like hiccups, they make me feel drowsy.... | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| The day my life began- again.
| | *This is a short non-fiction story written while I was in a psyciatric hospital when I was 19. Stuggling with depression and rage, I attempted to take my life. This is the story of my recovery.* I sit... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 06-08-07 |
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| Lost
| | Sometimes there just aren't words for the things that you feel, so you keep it short and you make it... | | Words: | 86 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Johnie
| | Johnie went home the other day. Bid us all ado and left us behind to grow old and ask questions that don't have any logical answers. And it was short, his time here with us- time in which he made us... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 05-07-07 |
| Words: | 364 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| In the Morning.
| | Give me a glass of wine;... | | Words: | 81 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Forgotten.
| | Failing to acknowledge The point of the conversation He slides a $5 across the bar, Silently slips... | | Words: | 309 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| You.
| | I've got you-... | | Words: | 125 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Just Another
| | Just another day,... | | Words: | 126 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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