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drunk driver's persepective.
I gazed out the window. i saw all the cars zooming by. I quickly looked away, and shut my tear stained eyes. I glared at the mirror. I saw the ...
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just random romantic stuff...kinda like a fictional diary.
The night was clear. The stars lit up in the sky. I had the feeling that if I looked through a telescope, the stars would have faces and they would ...
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This Thing Called Love
Your eyes are magnets. Your smile is a dream. Without you is sadness. When you're gone I can't breathe. When you stare at me it's... It's heard to understand it. ...
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Being Out of Place
The pain isn't that bad.The walks aren't that long.The plot isn't that sad.But the vibe is all wrong.I can't hit the right note.I can't get the right beat.I want to ...
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Rain
Rain. It is so pure, so is motivated through its cycle and beautiful when it hits slippery puddles on the ground below, forming multiple crystals that shatter everywhere.Rain is falls ...
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Mike Fyler
ProloguePrologueMike Fyler. His name is Mike Fyler. He’s tall, around five foot eleven. He has chocolate brown wavy hair and natural tan skin. His basketball, football, baseball, and lacrosse muscle
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Scars
I can't find wordsTo describe who I am,Who I'm becoming.I try to think deeply. I stare at the mirror.I don't recognize my reflection.Physical things are not unfamiliar.I know the curves ...
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Mike Fyler Ch. 2-3
Chapter 2 “She gave you a what?” My mom exclaims while aggressively tossing a load of dark clothes into the washing machine. “A B.” “I can’t believe that woman! Did ...
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Mike Fyler Ch. 4
Chapter 4 Mike pulls up to what I assume is his house. As soon as we had gotten in the car, he had blasted the heat, but I am still ...
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Mike Fyler revised Ch. 4 and Ch. 5
Chapter 4 Mike pulls up to what I assume is his house. As soon as we had gotten in the car, he had blasted the heat, but I am still ...
