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I like to think I'm good at what I love doing, but then again I once thought I could fly.
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Prose Challenge of the Week #39: Write a piece of poetry or prose about addiction. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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The Sip of Death

After I take a sip of what awaits me, after the regretful text messages, after the tears that have shed, I realize that drinking Death does not make me happy as I thought.

It only makes me worse, and it does not fill the void of sadness. It fills me with nothing more than a drunk mind with drunk thoughts that make no sense to anyone but myself.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #26: Write the hottest story in ten words only. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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My Closeness With Sadness

I hide the bluebird in me to conceal the madness.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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what a shit prize

behind the lies of a false prize 

was a cold heart that never grew warm

but we can't see the heart, only the lies.