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mine.

He’s the one who wakes me with a kiss He’s the one who holds my hand in his He’s the one who stepped out of my dreams He’s the one who loves me endlessly I’m the one who always makes … Continue reading

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fiction friday 13: roses are blue. (end)

Hello lovely readers. Welcome to part 13. This is the final post for this story. Next week, I’ll start something new that will span just 1 to 3 weeks. Also, please note: if you read all the way to the … Continue reading

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friday apologies on saturday.

Please don’t hurt me… I will post fiction friday as soon as possible. I’m sort of impressed with myself that this is the 13th week and it’s the first time I’ve missed Friday completely. We had a holiday this week and … Continue reading

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weekly perk. #4

It’s lovely to be appreciated. For what I do, for what I say, for who I am. In those moments when I’m feeling less than confident, I think of the things people love about me. Knowing something about me has made … Continue reading

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distraction.

distraction. I’m writing You’re staring at a blank page Exactly I think you should take a break I bet you do You’re wearing too much clothing You think so? Oh, we both know I think so Give that back Trust … Continue reading

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how I met their father. part 6.

the story of my love life: Part 1 – Fame | Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild | Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down | Part 4 – Uncomfortably Numb | Part 5 – What Is Love? We’re kind of past the ‘how I met’ part of … Continue reading

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cursed.

When you’re lost in the midst of a miserable day You look for me, you find me and pain disappears I make you laugh… It’s my curse. Everything I say echoes in your head Happy or sad, frustrating or naughty … Continue reading

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sin.

We lost all sense and reason That night I still don’t know how it happened So fast But I remember every detail The way You pulled me into your arms As if You couldn’t wait a moment longer To have … Continue reading

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