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How everything always goes back to beginning! Why, I yell, silently, inside my head. It is like a never ending cycle, a tidal wave of nauseous misery and cruelty sold in jars.
By annamartta on 09.13.2013
I’ve been raised up. I’ve been torn down. To the deepest depths. To the highest altitudes. The only constant thing is that I’ll always be on the attack.
By davydoright on 09.13.2013
She was playing with her ball, that was bouncing and bauncing again and again. I didnt want her to stop, I was entertained. but she stop and she didnt rebound it again
By Anna Pinero on 09.13.2013
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