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Tracy Beaker!!!

He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.

Every great writer was once an amateur.

The Writers Block lives under my bed.

~ A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need advice.~
- Bill Cosby

He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.

My silence is my sound...
XxXxX
Turn your wounds into your wisdom.

My silence is my sound...
XxXxX
Turn your wounds into your wisdom.

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"True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read."
- Pliny the Elder

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Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)