Today, I thought B was 8
Yesterday, my writings lacked what good stories are made of
Tomorrow I will stop writing entirely
The day after I will realize education helped me get here
A week later, I unveil the synopsis of my mind
Four months from now, I will think B is 8 and 9 is 10
One year since I smoke with the sky and believe B was wrong to think it could be 8. That 9 is only 10 when 9 gains the esteem to ask for help. When 9’s superiority is filed down to a medium of integrity
Today, I thought B was 8
The rest was a sad game of life
About the Creator
The Grand National
The Image is an AI Image By Me,And I Know Everything is Wrong Here - Just Like The Grand National. The Grand National is a disgusting event. Too many horses in a race that results in many horses being put down after each race. This is not a race it is a mass execution.
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Faedaze
Daisy leaned back against the wall of the window bench, the dress she was embroidering on falling to her lap, all but forgotten. Her gaze rested on the trees just beyond the edge of her garden, watching with dreamlike expression on her face, waiting for something others doubted would ever come.
By Kelsey Clarey3 days ago in Fiction
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