When I scratch pen against paper or push my fingertips into keys with a satisfying click, when I see my own inner musings laid bare, staring back at me. That is when I'm reminded, I'm human.
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Stories by ClumsyTheClown
Daylight Breaks
He works all day to drink all night, sleeps to dream of disgusting things.
Gauging Distance
The imminence of a breakup has a certain taste, this is how that burden feels fresh in the throat.
//Walls//
A husband, a wife, and a priest struggle with their identity. The belief in faith, the belief in a partner, a...