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How is sorrow different from joy?
You have no say in what you get
and it never is what you deserve.
It's both brought by love to you
and neither lets you sleep at night.
You have no say in what you get
and it never is what you deserve.
It's both brought by love to you
and neither lets you sleep at night.
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Seasonal Depression
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
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Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
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Because She Fits There
It was the one thing you knew you had to do. You still know it. It feels wrong but you know it. Deep down in the coldest part of your brain, it’s there. She is the one thing that can bring you back. And she is so close.
You hang up the phone. It crashes into the receiver with the familiar metallic crunch. Your hand stays wrapped about the handle for a moment, unwilling to release it just yet. She’s waiting for you now; waiting for you to be there once more; waiting for you to hold her like you used to, arms about her and your chin resting atop her head. On the other end of the line her voice sounded beautiful, no
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just a thing. being awfully objective, it poses a question or two.
my stuff. do not copy, reproduce or fuck with it in any other wrong way.
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