A single wilted rose, my petals are scattered... Every day is another petal, every night is another breeze. The seasons pass and so do the bumbling bees. I sit here shriveled. Is there any hope for this lost soul? Perhaps there is... but in truth, only time truly knows.
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Stories by Wither
The Day the Earth Was Destroyed
"The mind is a strong tool, yet some abandon it to the abyss. I shall not do that, for I will escape thi...
Poems
These poems are my original works. The poems here are crappy. oh yes, I know. If you have a problem with them...
A Journal of Random Thoughts
This is the most random and hastily put together book (Can it even be considered a book?!) you have probably...