- Member since December 29, 2008.
- I am a 15 year old person
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- Suicide Letter at storywrite
It’s early. The sun has yet to descend on this world; the air, still groggy, awaits the liberation of warmth. If I were to step out right now, I’d smell the air; pungent, humid; and the silence would immerse me. I want to be - My last day on earth. at storywrite
I’m sure most people would ramble on about making sure their parents know they love them, and spend their hours crying in pointless sentimentalism, or go fly a kite, or God knows what awe-inspiring thing that would make a goo - Reminiscence at storywrite
Albuquerque is a mirage in a desert. Its streets stretch on endlessly; the celestial vault above it is a bright lake, directly adjourned to the sandy infinity of the earth. There is a particular brightness; and it stifles eve
