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Ambition Baby

Posted on June 26, 2016 by

I like him, on paper, his profile, everything people said about him. Especially because he has that face that will grow old so handsome. But of course we were missing something. We began to lack something. I think what it … Continue reading →

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Time to carpe some diem

Posted on March 7, 2013 by

He offered her the world, she said she had her own I’ve been asking myself recently if it’s in my nature to back away and ignore people whom I know will and want to do it all for me. Why do I … Continue reading →

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Muse: a force personified who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist

Posted on October 7, 2012 by

How am I supposed to know? Tell me how? I say it all the time. You forget to, or can’t bring yourself to? Or you don’t know how to? … but I’m tired now, I’m tired of being the only … Continue reading →

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In this life I can only hang on for so long

Posted on June 24, 2012 by

“I can take care of you” “You can’t take care of me for shit!” Turning around, hands in the air melo-dramatic, she paused and looked down on the floor, confused and concentrating. “Okay that’s unfair; I wouldn’t know how to … Continue reading →

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I’m not gonna fall for him, I’m just wasting time till I die

Posted on November 17, 2011 by

If I could tell you everything and explain my apparent lack of feelings in the week before and after your final departure I’d lay it down here; My indifference is really a healing process, the only way I know how. Although … Continue reading →

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Northbound. Southbound.

Posted on June 4, 2011 by

People love you in different ways, or they never love you in any way. She walked along London’s beautiful streets, white maisonnettes, grey pavements and sunny cafés. Nothing prepared her for the journeys she would take, the hearts she would cross … Continue reading →

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The analysis of the Mess consuming our lifestyles

Posted on May 22, 2011 by

Maybe its our age, that quarter life crisis. This abundance of ambition but lack of unwavering direction Mere ability to see the future but not grasp those dreams into reality The glamorous lives of where we would love to be. … Continue reading →

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