Killing Creativity 
) and it got me thinking.
. Any opinions folks?
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Would you be my sky?The Blues, Blacks and Whites; Occasional Greens; And Reds, Purples and Oranges; Pinks and Yellows.Would you be my sky?
People always look For the rainbow
In the Sky.
I look at The rainbow
That is the sky.
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Rocks Don't CryI miss her too. Not as much as he does, but who could? I didn't know her as well as he did, I don't think I ever could have, but that's irrelevant.Rocks Don't Cry
I loved her, I love my memories of her: My first good Christmas was with her, my first girly moment was with her – sitting on her bed braiding her hair as she heckled whatever was on the TV.
She had her problems, I wasn't privy to most of them, but they all served to make her the person I adored. When she died, though, I couldn't grieve. I wasn't allowed to. I had to support him, he was drowning in both tears and sorrow so I was his rock.
So while he clu
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In The Clearing Chapter 2Strange things are happening today.In The Clearing Chapter 2
I fade in and out – more so than usual. I can feel myself disappearing permanently, I don't know how I know and I'm desperately afraid, but I know it has something to do with that place. It's almost like it's calling me – warning me of the consequences of not heeding it's call.
I've decided to leave immediately, I don't want to wait and see what happens, time might be running out. I'm a little worried about what might happen if I leave the house (I haven't tried to since I died and popped back up here), I might explode next.
It's feels like a test. Waking up
by =Claymason
An Umbrella For More Than RainIt rained again today, just like after you left; after you said goodbye. It was a fat rain. One that soaked my too thin white t-shirt quickly. I didn't care. The rain trickling down my face: a poor substitute for all the kisses we never shared, and the harsh wind, so cold I could swear my bones had turned to ice, the closest I had to the hugs that we never had -filled with adrenaline and lust and something else you can't quite place but label happiness anyway.An Umbrella For More Than Rain
I still drive by your apartment -our haven, filled with laughter and fun and angry pouts over the game one of us has just lost- on the way to work. I'm tempted to slow down
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