Stockade

Yeah this is a typical example of my half-assed writing. Enjoy it, or find somethin' else that whacks your meat better. M/M/m zoo, spooge. yadda yadda, if you don't like NC sex between fictional furry chars, don't read mah fuckin story ^\_^ I...

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Broken

When all the lies you told me it seems are coming true the bitterness of my anguish is calling out to you the power that i give you in everything you take my living in this nightmare from which i do not wake memories still remain though broken

Dear Heartbreaker

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. dear writer. damaged people love. dear writer. you are broken and damaged.. love will come. dear writer. never alone in this insane world.

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I had a place at your side

I used to be there by your side Now I can't handle this great divide The separation of our souls What is cold was once burning coals Your gentle touch your harsh claws I endured it all to be held in your paws Your strict discipline it was...

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The Long Ago Truth

"GET A FUCKING JOB OR GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!!" my father screamed at me "BUT IM IN SIXTH FORM!" i screamed back, only to receive a slap in the face "If you don't get a job young lady you will be kicked out!" my mother complained at me. She...

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Poem of a broken heart #2

#2 of poems of a broken heart just a poem of a broken heart ?''

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Love is False Hope

To some love is blind To most affection is fine But to me love is false, Being is a lost hope And hope is affection In a loveless life What is there to hold Where does a husk Go to find hope, Where does an empty existence Go to find...

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The Broken Woman

"s... she..." the chocolate skinned child spoke, yet only in a broken mumble. still, the woman was surprised by this, almost scare by this. even a broken mumble was a surprise. "sh... she... she di... die... died."

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a poem from a broken heart

#1 of poems of a broken heart just a poem of a broken heart ''three years my heart had been, three years my heart had longed, three years my heart has weeped, three years it has grown, and in three years it has shown.

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Thinking of you...

When something new or unknown happens, I grab for my phone, A smile on my face, Loud bouts of laughter is worse-case, As I look at the device, I have to think twice, As my smile fades a little at a time, My best friend won't be at the end of...

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We are broken

Its too late There is a hole in our heartsYou try to explain why we are brokenDo you know the truth between us.The world sees us as the weakBut you and me see each other as the strongWhatever they say nowWill never harm you and meOr so we thoughtThey...

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In the Crowd

David worked his way to the edge of the gathered mass of people, his heart beating painfully and a wriggling anxiety worming in his gut. He was alone here, despite the hundred or so citizens milling about in the square. They all had a festive air about...

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