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Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles. But now, I love him more. I had a complete moment of clarity. With his arms wrapped around me. Every doubt in the back of my mind. Disappeared in that moment in time. My whole world stopped, time stood still. And now I love him more.

Evil only as easy the cure. Night is dew drop in. Most of us want Freedom.

Writing to air my mind out. Am I the only one who puts thoughts like these together? Sex, lust, desire. Writers make my mind crackle and fizz, crazy to quench any appetite there is.

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Poetry, Short Stories, Me unfiltered. The Struggle Between the Soul and Spirit. Four Walls by Nicole Laura Smith I mailed a letter to a friend. I asked him if he knew when the world would end.

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