Winter senses.

Living with illness is no different from a living ghost.

Late nights in a diner. You know who you are.

Just a random poem I wrote in a ouple of mins so it isnt the best of poems .

Answer your questions with your own answers.

Sometimes you get hurt so bad, and you feel like the world is ending. How can you cope when you can’t even open your eyes? But somehow the world continues around you, and though you thought it could never happen, you begin to move on along with the world.

A unique story I wrote about peoples feelings toward cigarettes.

What is love, how it happens and why is it so painful?

This is a poem about a soldier who comes home to a wife that was cheating on him.

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