Stories
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Who Am I to You?
Who am I to you that I matter so much? I understand that my presence does not provide much trust. I hear you speak of me, And not in good fashion. If my presence is that detestable, Why act like a chameleon? Who am I to you that you act so differently? It is…
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The Right Flower
To pick the right flower Amongst the many growing in the garden. So many colors and smells alluring me Soft petals, white daisies and prim roses Brightly tempting me with their petals Dazzling blues and yellows Light that bounces, lovely radiance. I have picked several so far and I have nothing to show for…
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Weightless
She hold her life in her hands as if it were weightless. Sitting on the edge of sadness and great peril, The windowsill, open and ushering in an autumn breeze. She places the gun to her head, Her hands move all on their own. Unconsciously, fingering the trigger. Ready to pass judgment upon her skull.…