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  • Faded
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    Because in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}

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  • Pluviophile
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    It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

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  • Blue Skies
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    ❝And imagine that your mind is a blue sky, & every cloud represents a thought.❞

  • Things In My Perspective
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    Little poems that I make along the way

  • The Therapist
    152 10 1

    *UNDER EDITING* "Diamonds in the rough." "Maybe if we could choose, we would have chosen otherwise. Or maybe, we wouldn't." "I'd like to think that this should be the epitome of normal. There has been too many stories of heroes, kings and queens. Everything left unsaid has become unreal." "Oh, no, I don't regret them...

  • The Book Of Lies [Editing]
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    If you had a book of all the lies you’ve ever told, would you read it? As a fallen angel, given the job of being the Angel of Lies, Charlie Lyar has this book in possession. The lies of everyone, everywhere, compressed into a small book. Holding such a big responsibility should scare him, since all in all, he’s only...