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Young Writers Society


lost-my-mind

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About lost-my-mind

well i don't really know what to put here and as humans are complex cratures nothing i could write would ever reach the full potentail of who i really am....i can't spell but i write a lot of poetry and mini stories mostly about dark stuff...probably the easiest because i sure can't so the lovedy stuff oh well oh and im very strange but funny or so i've been told....


Occupation

petorlium distribubuter transfer technician


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights