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mark-strange
Oklahoma I was born in a little state shaped like a frying pan, so of course I'm fat.
Drama like rats biting at my ear. I can hear them confiding in me their troubles, yet I am not willing to listen. I'm tired. So very tired of all their musings, ******** screaming, ranting. It's not that important, it stupid, silly ignorant. Life is so much more then this petty childish behavior from full grown adults. I am not a leader of a team, I am a babysitter. But here I am, ranting about them as they do others. Am I no better then they?
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Rant
The sky's covered with a dark black beast, like a thick smoke it moved in from the east. The sun once shining, now hidden behind his back. A roar can be heard, its ready to attack. Streaks of fire branch outwards across the darkness. Screams can be heard as it's fire touches down, burring all to the ground.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
The Storm
Dear Hope, Forget you... How am I do that? You have been wrapped in my mind forever. My heart reaches for you. Your light guides me forward. So how would I forget you, especially now with the darkness crowding in. - Mark Strange
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Letter to Hope