To Be Continued
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- Parts 5
Everyone knows that a mind is a vast place, different for every single individual. It's also known that every single individual has a story to tell, an inevitable one. This collection of random poems and short stories is mine; the inevitable story of my vast individual mind.
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Thursday
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
Dots
There's only the connections that we make. In theory; it's all just random dots unless we make a pattern. A series of one shot, short stories meant to make you contemplate your lifeComplete
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A Wandering Mind: A collection of short stories & poems.
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Cycle of Time
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Blue Romantic
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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
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