Don't ask me why.
No, you may not see it. Most of these are too raw and bleeding to be wheeled into the public eye.


Love story.The biting cold whipped about the small park with fervor, threatening to tear ropes from their knots and rubber from its chains. A poet may have found a window from which to watch and write, but it was far too cold to stop and admire the swirls of colour formed above an untamed sea of turbulent grass. Not a poet, however, was the boy who stumbled upon this quiet scene through the woods. Although under no constraint of time, the boy moved swiftly across the field, past the swings where he had once laughed with his sister, past the grassy knoll on which he had been in his first fight. Past the pool at which he had met his first love, and thLove story.
Isolation
Burning
Philosophy
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....but why?
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Thanks for the
Regards,
TarkX
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protect me...
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( u u) a bunny of mass destruction!
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push my fingers into my eyes
"Heeeere's Johnny!"
OK, go die now.
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