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Category: Memory
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The third act fell flat.Damn that lazy dream sequence!Sequins hide loose ends.
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Extra words turned into special sections that told Lenore what she was reading was true. What's more, the e-reader she held in her hands was her lifeline (her tightrope) between fussy babies and dirty nappies, and the version of herself she left behind in English 102. But back to those extra words that played hide-and-seek…
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Not disheartening: 1. Together we are alone.2. Apart we have grown.3. The future unknown. An outline never followed, this impasse saves us. What is reality when our memories are shaped by present-day preferences?
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Nowadays everyone's a narcissist. Is it even considered a personality disorder anymore? Narcissism seems like the norm. Fashionable, even. Good stuff to ruminate on, this. #justcurious #okmaybenot
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beauty is awakeeyes shutwounds reopendarkness all aroundsharp and sweet beauty thinksdeath is heresmoke and fearshe breathes deepmetallic mist "He smiles and reaches for my hand. All the fight has gone out of me. Sleep becomes a possibility."
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Small town eyes have cleared over the years and teenage obsessions have turned into 9-to-5 nightmares. Incidentally, did you know dreams are a lazy way of saying, I have a story to tell? What we already know is the quickest route to boredom. What does one's innermost desire signify? Well, for Belle it's the need…
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Got another reminder today to get off the fence. That makes it Sign #9 for the week. You see, I'm stuck between decisions, i.e.: new road/old road, challenge/piece of cake, money/memories. I'm also wedged in pretty tight between this big blue sphere and The Void. So, yeah. Hop on off that parapet, say The Forces…
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side by sidewe watch the neighborhood buckle and bubbleall sorts of trouble is in the making shift and slidewe used to know where to hidebut now we wear our tarnished heartson the outsideour desiccated soulsrendered thus by pride Midnight, stark and starless, makes its move to renounce the light.
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Micah didn't think of himself as a fish out of water. He didn't like the confinement of schools, is all. The more people wandered into his circle, the more Micah felt outside the action, like an observer of an experiment with which he had no connection. Crowds made for lonesome company, so the back of…
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time and being turnturn words backwards to hide crimes crimes of omission
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