The Raconteur
A wallflower, strong and bold in seasons of bloom, but the winds shook her still.
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A walk with the dead -Hanan Dear Hanan, if one day when i go to school and found out that you were no longer here, i wouldn't want to co...
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"and I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all" Maybe...
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Sweetheart How I miss your heart Beating next to mine The right words Were always hard to find When all our time was fine When darling you...
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So it was Mama's Birthday yesterday! Deepa Birthday :D i was so glad i bought her stuff. i bought her this Body Shop strawberry fraise...
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standing alone in an empty nest isolated in seas of men each with purpose and with extra mouths to share the bread there...
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Its a slow day. It feels like house arrest. I can hardly go out; parents are paranoid, Mom is using crutches and Dad (and Ijat) is busy prep...
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so i emo-ed today. sigh. it was like sudden stroke of pain and suffocation. my heart was pumping fast and my chest was almost bursting. i di...
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I dream the things I want but will never get. But when I see everyone else enjoying my little piece of desire, it seems kind of unfair. Good...
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The real challenge starts here. And I am but reminded of all the things I used to despise... On top of the list? Expectations. Th...
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So are you ready? Are we? Am I? I might be making a big fuss out of this but I can't help it. I don't know what to do or t...
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