From life to death, from love to heartbreak, from making new friends to losing your best, with every story there lies a new beginning- or ending.
This is a collection of short stories and poems that I have written.
Each story is from my imagination...
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Here I wait. Dawn comes ever so slowly, The night forever crawls towards me. The early morning coldness seeps in, And my demons are here again. Here I wait, Sitting on my chair staring at the floor, Wondering if anyone will walk through the door. Lucid, crazy, mad. Am I really that bad? Here I wait, For dawn to appear Will it ever be here? Should I end it all now? I think it's time to take my final bow. I will do this deadly sin. Coldness presses against my skin. And here I wait.
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This poem is based solely and completely on Vincent van Gogh.
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