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By Rising Sunk on Dec 3, 2012 in: Literary Work, Personal, Emo, Family, Poetry
If you’ll ask me how I feel when somebody mentions our surnames and it doesn’t sound the same I was not ashamed If you’ll wonder what I tell them when they say my nose isn’t pointed as my brother’s and my eyes a little s...
By Rising Sunk on Nov 4, 2012 in: Literary Work, Euphoria, Happiness, Poetry
That awesome night I looked up in the sky and saw a speck of colorful clouds with a jet trail cutting the labyrinthine universe into half and another pair of innocent eyes marveling at the spectacle That awesome night I felt a cup of cheap coffee was...