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Stories by exiistentialcrisis
The Support Group
There was something fragile in her mismatched eyes. I couldn't place it, but something hid there, just below...
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It's a beautiful
Yet tragic story indeed
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A collection of poems and song lyrics.
Don't You Worry About Me
Elliot Fletcher always knew what he was. He didn't want, he didn't care and he certainly didn't love.
Perhaps...