Looking back, I can’t believe my mother just dropped me off at a radio station and left me there. I was 17 years old and neither of us had ever met the DJ before. 382 more words
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Lost at midnight..
White coloured sheets turned red at midnight,
Nothing heard but my own gasps and pleads to be free,
Muffled tears and animal like growls, 63 more words
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Hans K.C.'s Journal
Speaking From Silence
Goodnight tattered, moth-eaten Mr. Grizzly,
Scruffy, but loyal with dull black eyes;
Her abandoned threadbare soldier of safety,
Knows she wasn’t home tonight.
Left alone, Mr. 30 more words
DJ Storm's Blog
Lucy Nuzum is one of those photographers who was just born with a natural gift. In just a few short years, she’s found a beautiful, tender and unique style that connects with almost anyone who sees her work. 145 more words
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Don’t sleep when you know you’ve got a good girl.
Don’t provoke her to be more than she already is.
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Like so many adults in there mid-thirties into their forties who are burned out from the paths that we have chosen to embark on but won’t change either because of F.E.A.R. 326 more words