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I Upon reflection there are probably some hidden reasons as to why, but for now I Will behave with dignity and heroism and not act out, not react with words or actions there’s something wrong only its beyond my comprehension … Continue reading

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The lady in the red hair

The lady in the red hair (and sometimes brown and sometimes black) laying claim to curls she doesn’t have, a son of a decade and a cup full of bitter twisted pain “cuz I’m arrogant, I’m proud so I’ll make … Continue reading

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the meeting

I never thought that we would bleed again so profusely, so much blood, each stroke down, a little more in control, each stroke up, the words a little rounder than before, the blood spurts like a small spring from the … Continue reading

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