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Fredrick Wager (Way-grr) decided it was time to go inside. Waiting outside in the cold would freeze anyone to death. He stood up an dusted the flurries of snow off ...

A heart tugging at it's own strings. Playing it's own sad song. A song of weary, tearful pains. A song of love that's gone. "For good!! the heart echoed these ...

Soul-less blue eyes. Empty shell; where he lies. Tears left his blue eyes dry. Gone are all his memories and times. Starving for another try. Now are the days where ...

Deep dark desire. Hidden in a one's self, tears do flower. Growing to the eyes, dripping down in their mouth they sour.From the eyes to the nose they flow. A ...