The Clock is ticking
And time is moving
Why can’t it tick faster?
For I can’t wait any longer
I can’t wait to have
What I’ve really longed to have
This three part story has been written anonymously due to the nature; raw truth, sexually explicit relations, casual narcotic abuse and obscene language.18+
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The dead of midnight is the noon of thought. -Anna Letitia Barbauld
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
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We are an autism family. We are one loving unit, and autism is a part of who we are.
my writing junkyard
Everything you can imagine is real. - Pablo Picasso
my journey as a twinless twin
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Pursuing my destiny - Maximizing my potential
I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good
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Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
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When a pen bends down to write, it talks.
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