Factober

Whether you are lost in the darkness or dance in the light is entirely up to you.

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Why does everyone see me as a sink when I am an ocean?

Why does everyone see me as a sink when I am an ocean?
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I love going to coffee shops and just sitting and listening.

I love going to coffee shops and just sitting and listening.
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Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, c

Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. “Because?”“Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.
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It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense

It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
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The possibility that terrorist groups could obtain weapons of mass destruct

The possibility that terrorist groups could obtain weapons of mass destruction should not be dismissed as a fiction. This is a horrific threat the international community should take seriously. As long as these weapons exist, so, too, does the risk of the
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I'd probably describe my sense of humor as 'twisted,' I guess. It's not har

I'd probably describe my sense of humor as 'twisted,' I guess. It's not hard to make me laugh, especially when I'm surrounded by my close friends, especially my bandmates.
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It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, meld

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.
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Writers owed their readers a duty of care, of mercy.

Writers owed their readers a duty of care, of mercy.
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Love is the key to all human hearts.

Love is the key to all human hearts.
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It was in these moments, I knew, that my father loved my mother most. When

It was in these moments, I knew, that my father loved my mother most. When my mother was broken and helpless, when her hard shell was stripped away and her spite and brittleness couldn't serve her. It was a sad dance of two people who were starving to dea
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Dinner-parties bore us because our imagination is absent, and reading inter

Dinner-parties bore us because our imagination is absent, and reading interests us because it is keeping us company.
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Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.

Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.
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