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Ongoing, First published Jan 05, 2014
It's that nagging thought- I feel it in my chest, my mind- everywhere. A stream of words come on, and I feel the urge to write. I'm drunk on exhaustion, and for some reason, that's when my morals release and I'm left with my raw thoughts, uninfluenced by society. Sure, it's past midnight, but do writers actually sleep? Welcome to the Late Night Writing Club.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- Late Night Writing ClubSun, Jan 5, 2014
- Night 1: FanSun, Jan 5, 2014
- Night 2: CalmingMon, Jan 6, 2014
- Night 3: DepressionTue, Jan 7, 2014
- Night 4: Social AnxietyWed, Jan 8, 2014
- Night 6: RainTue, Jan 21, 2014
- Night 7: GossipTue, Jan 21, 2014
- Night 8: Daily Life of a TreeTue, Jan 28, 2014
- Night 9: Sweater of GlassMon, Feb 24, 2014
- Night 10: Your Insane MelodyWed, Mar 5, 2014
- Night 10: DesperationSat, Mar 8, 2014
- Night 11: Do We Matter?Tue, Mar 11, 2014
- Night 14: Not HerTue, Aug 26, 2014
- Night 15: Balloon Girl (u/f)Tue, Aug 26, 2014
- Teddy BearTue, Aug 26, 2014
- Playing With MatchesTue, Aug 26, 2014
- Rearrangements of MyselfSun, Oct 19, 2014
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