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Me gusta... -ADAM YOUNG!!!!!❤❤ -Owl City -hombres -libros -gatos -sopa -queso -palabras -pensar -escribir -Opuss<3.
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A ducks quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why..
If you could travel anywhere in the world for a month where would it be?.
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If a genie granted you 3 wishes, what'd you wish for (you can't wish for more wishes).
There is a new puppy in our house. It was a birthday surprise. It is adorable in every way. Except for the 2am cries. She gets on with the other dogs. They love her like their own.
#youngwritershousehold There's a mirror hanging on my wall, Makes me look so grand and tall. A truth it tells, I tell the truth. I do not lie. For it is you.
Help me, dear. I love you so. I know we won't speak for a year or so. I know what I did was wrong of me. But I hope you find the light to forgive me. My dear heart, My dear soul.
The stupid things we do, forgotten. The stupid things we say, forgiven. The stupid things we hear, are passed on.
Me. Proud of you. As far as I'm concerned, the person I was proud of is never coming back..
My talent isn't poetry or writing stories... It's being able to imagine the impossible and make it happen..
I scream. You scream. Words of hatred. And of disgust. No longer are there lustful glances. And sweet embraces. Just augments and frustration. Happy times in the past. So much anger.
everybody follow @justAwriter. She's a great writer and needs more followers. :P.
The lighter was invented before the match..
I'm really quite elated. Can't write this rhyme belated.... We've done ourselves proud, So although it's ending, we should SHOUT OUT LOUD!!.
In every episode of Seinfeld there is a super-man somewhere..
Tomorrow me and my family are heading to Scotland..
My limp body lay on the ground, everyone is laughing but me..
She stares the reflection, her face a stony, emotionless mask. Her pale skin is stretched tightly over her hollow cheekbones, her skeletal face pinched and sharp.
Sorry for the lack of Opusses... I will post the next part of A Secret Untold.
One night, a father passed by his son's room and heard his son praying: "God bless Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma.
Do you remember our song. The one that had all those words that described us to a T. Does it mean anything to you anymore?.