

1984on the seventh day after i meet you, you return my six dollars' worth of friendship because you don't need it after all, and besides, what we share is defined by five meaningless letters, the prospect of seeing your face every day for four years, three conversational topics we won't breach, the two people we call "you" and "i", and one book by george orwell that turns us into winston and julia after the room-101 experience.1984
it means nothing.
Your thing says that you are a general writer......so you must know how to write some poetry. It you don' then that's okay, but if you do, then you should check out this contest-- [link]
All you have to do is write something that has to do with winter! And you get cool prizes too.
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{My Snowman Melted! Poetry Contest-- [link] Check It Out!
{Take a look at my gallery-- [link]
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Lost and abandoned places [link]
Website [link]
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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My collection of various works...[link]
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
proud member of of =RawEm0tion, *BleedingHeartsPoetry, ~Critique-Me, =SongofthePoets, and *Writers-Club
icon animation by ~skinnydoodler
icon design by me =]
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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