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Nights.
Nights are calm and serene. It’s peaceful to think of it as a clock ticking to the sounds of rain splatters on a wooden window sill. Closing my eyes shut to sleep and mind staying wide awake feeding insomnia to the mind like drugs and pills. Nights are calm to a calamity occurring in our…
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The holy stage?
Three simple rules.
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She grew up beautiful- satire.
Misery, Ungratefulness, Sadness, Disparity, Heartaches, Inequality, She grew up as a child with hopeful eyes, Only to be free in a world restricted by her parents, Ironic freedom in a world where they are not still granting rights, She did grow into a beautiful woman, Only to be arranged into marriage to a guy she…