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Grandma JoanToo often now, Her face comes to my mind. Not as I saw it last; Not the face that knew it was fighting a losing battle; Not the face that had accepted her coming death. I see her without the breathing tube, Without the weary look, Without the tired smile.Grandma Joan
That smile she wore. That damn smile! Why? Why did you wear it? Why didnt you just ask for help?
You didnt want us to worry, No, not about you. The end was drawing closer to you, You didnt want us to be sad. Death came for you peacefully, You left this world w


DreamLast night I dreamt of a story of two extraordinary siblings, some adventures, and a beautiful place.Dream
When I woke, I felt for a moment as if the story of those siblings was the one I am supposed to write. The story that I have to give to the world, from inside myself, my gift of literature, my contribution; and that I would, as if it had already scrawled itself into my fate. But at the exact same moment I felt as if I would never write it. Partly because it would fade from my mind, partly because I could only serve it justly in my dreams.
Later, I began to parallel the adventures to my life, but stopped. Somehow I co
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The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.
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"Fame is simply the Byproduct of actually accomplishing something." - Banksy
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Insert brilliant dialog here
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Proud member of WELSH! ~ManyHerosofWELSH
Your style seems a little set though, try diversifying a little. Write a poem about something instead of for someone. It will help ya grow as a poet.
...or u could just do like some artist do and mutilate yourself...ide rather you not though.
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Proud member of WELSH! ~ManyHerosofWELSH
Speaking of possibilities *wink wink*, I'm about to go on a date so ill bug ya later probably,
BOBBY AWAY *whooshing sounds*
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