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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Stewards

Routine, Hustling and bustling, Wake up- tired, Live- survive, Sleep- dreamless, Repeat. Everything seemed alright, Simply contended with everything, Life is smooth sailing, I am living the desired life. All is good, Nothing needs to be done at all. Why... Continue Reading →

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Catching Fear

Catching fear in my palms, I knew I was devoid of hope, yet I still pushed on with the gossamer silver cord of life.¬†Bang! BanG! BANG!¬†Three knocks, in precise, it was the third consecutive three knocks, I was locked in... Continue Reading →

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