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LONE-WOLF.

I feel like I desperately need to be heard. Is anyone listening? Can anyone TRULY see and understand the real me? Where is he who can value and appreciate me for me? 632 more words

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REALM OF MOON DREAMS.

Something was cast out long ago on that lonely December night. Do you remember the dreams that were tossed away in a cloud of the doubting mind? 262 more words

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The Beast.

It came and pounded down from the ominous clouds above, thundering as it crashed to the ground.

A beast of need. A beast of lustful ice. 177 more words

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I am moving on now.

You were my everything. You were energetically joined to me at the soul. You ran through my veins. My movements, thoughts and feelings were all linked to you in some way. 700 more words

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The Lonley Writer.

Being a writer is a lonely life.

Why?

Because it is through being lonely and separated from the usual rat-race, extroverted crowds, that we have the space to think, ponder, dream, self-reflect, and go very deep within our inner worlds. 298 more words

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THAT love...

I want that ugly love

That messy love

That sloppy love

That love that you don’t even know it’s love

Until it’s too late love… 206 more words

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