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Young Writers Society


Sins


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Skins

I like poetry, walking along the beach while the moonlight shines upon my soul, drawing rainbows and poking dead things with sticks. If you want to know anymore about me, just give me a nudge on my wall. And remember, if I don't see you through the week I'll see you through the window.


Occupation

Student

Website

http://societykilledtheinnocent.tumblr.com/


Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening