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Dear, Daddy I try, oh too hard to forget you To forget the many nights you slipped into bed with me The many nights you woke me The many nights you whispered in my ears "I love you, that´s why I do this" The many nights mom would wake and find you gone The many nights I cried because all I can think is why mom would let you do this to me? The nights, I liked it The nights I wanted you near The cold nights you we... Read More
Sitting in a shopping cart at the peak of a hill, little Mathew asked "big brother, will this hurt?" his innocence bled out of his eyes, big brown is what I called him because of his eyes, they cuddle so comfortably above his cheeks, and in the center a little button nose. In the background you could hear the pelicans, smell the ocean in the air, hear the wave's collide at the shoreline; the asphalt was hot under the mid-day sun, it ran straigh... Read More
I´ve started to ask myself what the point of staying as a member at DN, you might think stop complaining and leave. Well answer me this, why would DN provide and instant messenger if it was created only to post your art? Or why one can comment on one another art?... Read More
Okay here´s the thing I can´t think right now. I need some type of death defying stunt. Besides russian roulet. Something that seems like fun, but you would never do because of being afraid of death. Please if you can help it would be greatly appreciated. *Edit: I have to clear something up, what I´m looking for is something that is posible to walk out of unscratched... I know, it has my head hurting as well.... Read More
You know that blocking out the sun with your thumb isn´t possible, but you smile and try anyway, you know pig's don´t fly and rainbows really don´t taste like skittles, but you´d like to think so. Even though people tell you to pull your head out of the clouds, you don´t care; because in your world, people fly, dogs fart the alphabets, and at the end of every rainbow there´s not a pot of gold... Read More
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