| Original writing piece from November 2008. Was for my GCSE coursework - a story about a commander in WW2, embittered by a past he cannot run from and a future he cannot change. |


cathartic tendenciesMonday. I wake up; I feel the cotton of bed sheets slip over my skin like a lizard shedding its flesh. I have shed my skin four hundred and twenty seven times, and still I find no comfort in the new, raw flesh I find underneath. The morning pushes through the shutters; persistent, though they have not been opened since you left. Four hundred and twenty seven days have passed in darkness, but the artificial night is a comfort when my heartbeat takes me down, crying like a child. It wraps its velveteen arms around my waist, and for a moment I can feel you there with me, before I slip back into my inebriated romance with darkness. I still wake ucathartic tendencies


What A Pleasant Sunrise.I'd walk through the night if it meant that I could watch the dawn from your arms.What A Pleasant Sunrise.
This equinoctial heart beats only for you.
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{Your love is my heart disease.}
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I have a pocket sun boy
I\'m everything that burns in you...
Thanks a bunch for your support! I really appreciate it
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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...
"A song can also not talk about love..."
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♥ Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida '
yours is the best literature gallery i've found.
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{Your love is my heart disease.}
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