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The Insect
It was a dank, dark summer night of June in the well-populated, yet isolated, city. You could say that it was a summer night by looking at the calendar, but ...
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Trapped
Where am I? that was the first thought that came to Sarah’s mind. There were chains all around her, tight chains which nearly strangled her. They covered every inch of ...
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Empty Hands
A poem I wrote when I was in a very depressed state. Do read and comment!