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Judge Me: I’m Afraid | Diary Of A Fed Up Lad
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Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. Pretty Much (Un)Necessary Info. Judge Me: I’m Afraid. On February 20, 2015. I saw an angel yesterday, and I’m not speaking metaphorically,. Didn’t know though, so I couldn’t react appropriately,. That is, soil myself and bawl like a baby,. And prepare to meet the God who made me,. He didn’t strike me though, but his words did,. He called me mighty and I could swear he meant it,. I’m just a mere man,. So what am I so afraid of? Happy weekend p...
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‘The Textbook’ | dfunpen
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The pure gifts of destiny. The Wood Carver’s Daughter Series. The Wood Carver’s Daughter. 8216;The Textbook’. Oga at the Top. Finding fun, penning poems. Stay updated via RSS. 8216;The Textbook’. This story was written as part of a challenge. It contains no three letter word. My brother takes punishment lightly. This time however, it is definite that he wont. Where is your mathematics textbook? My father bellows, livid. Tobi wipes tears from a distressed face, sniffing as father’s cane goes up again.
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Stay… No… Leave… | Diary Of A Fed Up Lad
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Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. Pretty Much (Un)Necessary Info. Stay… No… Leave…. On November 21, 2014. All along, it was a fever,. An illusion fueled by pyrexia,. The cold, the sweat, and all the pleasures in between,. Left breathless by the lustre of your sheen,. I threw my hands in the air, and they caught a cold,. Foresight blinded by Midas, so it felt like gold,. Only softer and warmer, with an intoxicating scent,. So round and around and around and around we go,.
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