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Bridges to cross and witches to burn.
Poetry | Updated Mar 10, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Emily Johnson
The liar, the fiance, and the knowledge.
Everyone needs to poke fun at themselves once in a while. So what better way to make gun of myself than a humorous exaggeration of my vertical limitation.
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
When that certain something makes you want to screammmmmm
But what is it? I am the slave and it - the Oppressor -my confounded confuser, and wordprocessor
they're kept well...
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3
Why does everything seem a weird tent of red.
Why do we know we will end up dead.
Why cant we have pure thoughts instead.