Stories tagged “Stop”
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Telegram
WHY STOP HOW CAN YOU ENJOY WHEN I DO NOT STOP JUST STOP STOP
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Rewind Yourself
Stop Turn yourself around Walk backwards Just go somewhere else To the place where you came from Move those feet back to the past Rewind yourself And redo the future from that point One chance to stay away From the pain you are going to endure In just ...
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Tag
Jon ran through the streets, and turned into the alley, smiling. Only two feet of clearance, only ten feet in length. He emerged in a different part of town, a part of town where the buildings were falling apart and nothing being built was ever fully c...
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Stop
STOP!!! Stop what? Should I stop thinking, my existence, texting while driving. There are so many things stop could of wanted to stop. Also, who is it to tell me what to specificly stop when I see stop. I’ll stop clipping my toenails, or talking ...
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I tried.
Stop blaming me. I tried. I tried so damn hard… harder than you’ll ever know. I tried to make you happy, to make everyone happy. But I can’t do it all. And no matter how much I do there’s always something left undone. Something ...
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Bad Planning
His idea of a short walk with his pregnant wife turned out to be a bit longer than planned. “Honey,” she started slightly out of breath. “Yeah I know, you’re tired,” he interrupted. “We live just up here a block and ...
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I Can't Care Anymore
I can’t care anymore Not like I used to This feeling is too constant It never backs down It just keeps fighting I can’t do it I’ll go crazy There is something that will die I won’t be able to breathe I won’t be able to liv...
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On the Edge
The air is crisp and cold, there is a rather heavy breeze in the air. With every step I take forward, a part of me wants to take another step back. Each time I breathe in, my lungs do not want to let the air back out. My fingers are numb from the cold ...
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Writing
Just start writing, it’ll come to you as you go along, that’s what I thought to myself as I stared at the empty page, pen poised and ready for action, hoping the words would form themselves. One essay on something really important to me, du...
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Writing [2]
The feeling it gave off was utterly amazing. I could feel the intense passionate vibes resonating from each well chosen letter that appeared before me. This alone inspired me and I turned back to my paper, scratching down letters that would soon form w...
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My Chair is Small
I always forget the pain that comes with another cut thread. Another removal of a stitch that bound me to you. I sit in my far too small chair, a little shocked, and my heart starts sinking down into the danger zone. I feel my knees meeting my chin, in...
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Don't Touch Me
Punch. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Cucumbers and Death
Sweat glands in abject rebellion, Dakota could not fight her growing dampness and uneasiness. Options and possibilities cascaded before her mind’s eye. None of them were particularly cheery. Stop. Breathe. Think. Words from the past echoed, a ble...
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Bold as love
Maybe you were right. I should have kept the brakeneck boyfriend pace. Not only did I need to convince you to talk to me. I had to accept all your sexual issues, because it’s normal for people to hang out with people who fuck them over. But I wanted ...
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Resilient.
Do you think that you can break these walls? They’re made of a material some kind of material that is indestructible unbreakable invincible constant and unrelenting. Stronger than cement, Resilient and, truthfully, quite daunting. Why aren’...