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Scared

I can't help but be scared of it all.

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The Candle

A candle doesn't always have to be made out of wax...

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Coffee

Not even a cup of coffee can ease the mind of a cold hearted killer

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Myself

I'm not a fan of you... can't escape you.

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The Star

Be your brightest self

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Writers block

Writers block...

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Sweet Sickness

Physically fine isn't always enough.

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Is This Hell?

Some say this is our hell. That some greater lies beyond. We have our own prophecies on what we shall face in the face of death. Are we really ending a life, or is it a start of a new beginning? We fe...

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Piano Man

Her hands aren't only capable of creating a tune but something rather quite wicked...

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Look at me

Look at me? What do you see?

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The Weeping Woman

The weeping woman cried tears of blood. The tears burned her flesh and stained her cheeks crimson red. No one could figure out why she cried. Was she sick? Was she insane? No. She would pick the petal...

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Forensic Facade

I stumble into the bar, shouting for another drink. The bartender looks me over, trying to think. He wonders if I can handle another shot, but if I were him I would think not. I see her there across ...

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