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Distribution of counterfeit medicines is a global problem which branches out to different modus operandi and nature. It has also been an issue since forever.
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
3 x murder attempts, homelessness, drug addiction, sexual abuse, built a successful company, divorce and hostile takeovers.
By Kevin Witt
No one has asked yet, but just incase y'all are wondering how I became a writer and all that stuff. This is from when I started writing from Age 13/14ish to now. It's been a long 3-4 years of having this deep depression. It's difficult. You'll see why...
By Irene Orton
forgiveness is provided easily, yet we abhor and demolish all that is superior to ourselves including ourselves.
Yara, if you ever see this - keep it close to heart. I dedicate this to you. you have loved me like no other, I have failed you. deliberately.
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Making Permanent Decisions"
Blame Moonphish. First attempts at this medium. Lots of fun. Lovely medium. Probably blaspheme to call this that. Ah well.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
taken from my book,
The death of a suicidal friend who was lured into their desires to die.
Another life. Another time. A life that was full of despair and misery - just who created all the pain?
By Abigail Cathleen
She's only known pain as she is forced to sell her body. She never got the chance to know love. What happens when she meets a customer who is willing to do anything to save her? Can she leave her past behind even though she has no future?
belief er mother lives in anguish, one, two many times
Her soal once lost, it is now paralyzed
My heart aches, wreck less anger resides within me
I shall not fight, it only warrents despair and furry
I grow depressed, but I must not give into fear
We ran away for years and years
Written for a friend whom I had a disagreement with a little over a year ago. I will work for your forgiveness.