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Backdoor Concentrationit sits at the base of your brain the tip of the spine spinning around trying to draw a conclusion a solution from factors unknown far from your eyes and the front of mind blind to it's action andBackdoor Concentration
it's stress
there are no words to explain the sigh that just left your chest but now you're aware of the black concentration the emptiness of thought and it's potent express
you seek that solution from factors of stress anonymous to language finding no resolve, no such rest it slides from the front to mak
by ~dd3953
losti've given her so much of me already neither of us noticed, outside of money and time what else could she surrender? i knew from the start the ways of our hearts was clear; and now only my vision has blurred the lines separating friends from lovers; from the tears that can't fall. i'd climb out of this hole but it's comfortable and i can't tell how deep i've fallen.lost
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Of Hearth and HomeI walked into the living room, she was sitting down watching TV. I sat down next to her and sat down a big yellow envelope on the coffee table in front of us. As she looked at it I muted the TV and looked at the captions.Of Hearth and Home
"Why'd you do that?" She asked, "And what's that?" She pointed at the envelope.
I sat the remote down next to the yellow. "We need to talk." She turned to face me. I was still looking a the captions as they sped across the screen, but I could not longer make out what was happening with Stewie and Brian.
We had been together for tw
by ~dd3953
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OxfordThis city stopped making sense the day Strunk stepped out. And by stepping out, I mean the man strolled out to take the air at forty stories up--and just the air. Must've gotten a screaming lungful before he hit the sidewalk. The papers say the man jumped, but they’ve got fat pockets these days just like the police. Me, I think he got the invitation to dive out that window. He was an editor, for Christ's sake; he wouldn't pull such a sloppy act.Oxford
My name is Bill. I'm an editor too, and privately owned; by that I mean I'm self-employed. Those who want my help know where to find me, and they're usually the sorriest write
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