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I’m sitting on the bed with my back against the rest. I look to my right and there he is, lying right next to me, sleeping soundly in my bed oblivious to the fact that I’m sitting next to him. 286 more words

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Poetry Tuesdays — The Chaos

The English language is stupid. It doesn’t make any sense. Some words are spelt the same but mean different things. Some words are spelt differently but mean the same. 877 more words

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I Wish..

I wish I could tell you how much it hurts to love you. What it feels like to be waiting for you all day long, knowing deep inside that you’re not going to come, even today. 1,091 more words

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I Cried..

I cried, not because dozens of people died. I cried, not because families became barren. I cried, not because many shining eyes became lifeless today. And neither did I cry because my country, yet again, became the target of the heartless and inhumane creatures. 266 more words

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Poetry Wednesday: Ren Kaos, på Engelsk

There’s a poem that’s been cropping up on Facebook and in feeds and blogs lately, which is odd for something that’s about a foot long in fine print and less inspiring than frustrating. 1,728 more words

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The Chaos by G. Nolst Trenité

They say if you can properly pronounce each word with proficiency, you’ve mastered our marvelous language with honors . . . Read it aloud and see how well you do! 591 more words

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