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It is about a person in search of BLISS. It describes the mental and physical state and asserts on the synchronisation of the two to achieve the condition of BLISS.
When you go against the rules of your parents, when you fall under peer pressure, when you fall for the wrong guy....your life turns upside down.
Sucide is not for popular girls, or anyone.
By Ian Dawn
Sometimes a smile hides true intent
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
we meet our old friend as he meets an old pal from his former regiment.. he has been drinking rather heavily and this causes him some concern.. but to his delight he finds that his pal's troubles have a special interest for him and he derives a particular solace from his old fiends troubles
Written in a time of complete and utter stillness...not sure what came over me, but I wasn't shaking anymore--all nervousness had left for a few hours. So relaxing...
3/14/06--Always feeling like I was on the outside looking in, I wrote this. I was in love, and simply felt nothing in return...at least nothing whole-hearted. This was my frustration.
Old poetry from a past that I now repress.
What we think so 'becomes'.... I think......
A crossover between Criminal Minds and Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I wanted to explore the similarities between Detective Goren and Doctor Reid. It focuses on a white supremacist. No offense is intended and I don't own any of the rights.
They could never forget their past nor could they run from it. Instead they face it head on, together.
What about the memories and thoughts?
Are those old images just as relentless as they are?
In the end who will win?
Will their tragedy kill them or will they overcome?
All they know is one...
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By Byron Quinn
Sometimesfear is all that is left behind, it feeds us, guides us, rules us