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[...] not exist as we experience it, but it seemed like half my life. I felt I would died in the putrid static abyss of my soul, drown the dark waters of the unwanted and unloved. There were other men, of [...]

[...] also been awakened from their drought-induced slumber. Today, a rustle of leaves, a silky, sinuous slither, seven feet of poison slides up the hillside. I stop to watch and am instantaneously [...]

[...] me back? Do I really need to read arbitrary nice things about my “self” on the pages of zodiac internet sites to believe I am a good person? Is this where I have come to? Can I not muster up one [...]

[...] I had changed myself to fit the mold he outlined for me everyday. It was a very small and inadequate mold, everyday I fit into it with greater ease as I suppressed my true greatness to be the [...]

[...] life who actually seem to be living their bliss. But I think far too often pushing this cookie cutter life on to every I know sometimes that parents question whither they did things right or they [...]

[...] song hides the wickedness that now lurks in the soft folds of her busty foliage. Large, black venomous snakes and fearsome biting insects have also been awakened from their drought-induced slumber. [...]