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Entry 1 Hindsight is a concurrent blessing and burden. A concoction of regret and learning, achieved as if bitting into the apple of knowledge. Regrets which lead oneself to wish, pray and plead for a second chance. Regrets that fuel the undying desire to turn back the page. Regrets that create a yearning to re-live
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Searching the cavernous depths of this world, I found you, the greatest treasure, The most perfectly cut diamond, shining in pure beauty, The most complete pearl, intricate and profound, a source of fascination, The most stunning ruby, a radiant light through the darkest times, The most sublime emerald, joyful, pure, and unbound. Now that I’ve
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The once tranquil, muddy water was no longer at peace, imprisoned by submerged barriers. The ancient golden liquid lay dormant, surrounded by an unyielding force. It rose and fell like the sea, waves crashing against the plastic barrier in a relentless cycle. Within this aquatic realm, an eternal battle of gases raged. Explosions released stored
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Here I sit a man, deeply troubled. The weight of my actions sinking in. Once taken for granted, Now slipping from within. . Here I sit a fool, jesting upon a court deserving of mock’ With only myself to blame I am losing my rock . Here I sit a captain, aboard my rocking ship
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Diary Entry 001 Morale is low on the front. Disease and death continue to sap at our depleted energy levels. The men are in need of a miracle. Our faith is dwindling, but we are not all without hope. The saving supplies of Supermarket Co continues to warm our bellies, it has been 36 hours
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I need your help. I am new to this wordpress writing piece, and I am very eager to tell the best stories and poems that I can. But I need constructive criticism to make it better. So how about it? Can you give me harsh, honest feedback on my page? What works? What doesn’t? Any
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I feel like I am floating. A white feather caught in the wind. Taken on a journey, without a whim. My willpower is fading, with fate taking me along for a ride. If I do nothing, I fear I may be lost with time. I am stuck in my place. Frozen to indifference. My motivation
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Since the first time I saw you,I knew you were specialYour radiant smile caught my attentionFlowering eyes fuelled the sensationBefore me stood an angel, nice and trueThe existence of true beauty, rekindled anew From the first time I held you,I knew you were specialHours spent grasped within my armsYour delicate body a piece of a
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Standing at chin height, I can feel the gentle, rhythmic beat of her heart as I hold her ever closer to my chest. My hands encircle her form, tracing the contours and sensing the rise and fall of each breath. In this intimate connection, I sense a profound attachment that goes beyond the physical, intertwining
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A sickness deep inside me, Undiagnosed and festering, Bubbling to the surface, A self-imposed purgatory, Where I have no control. . My mind is absent, My motivation away on leave, Feeling a shell of my past self, With only self-pity left for tonic. . The seasons past me in a flash, The falling leaves rotting
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