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I sat at the bright screen in the midst of madness. The people buzzing around me looked like static blur as I decided just to backspace it all. Their hurriedness is making work impossible.

Posted By midnightmadness On 05.18.2012 @ 12:49 am

He was the outgoing one. Always being invited out, everyone wanting to be his friend and always the centre of attention. She felt small beneath him, almost insignificant. He didn’t mean this though, but she just couldn’t help thinking that he would be better off with someone else

Posted By midnightmadness On 05.10.2012 @ 3:33 am

the end.

Posted By midnightmadness On 05.05.2012 @ 3:48 am

The chair stood upright in the dark corner. It had collected dust over the past few years of it sitting there, unused. Her shawl she would always wear lay upon it signifying a memory lost.

Posted By midnightmadness On 05.05.2012 @ 3:44 am