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My Worst Fear





















My Worst Fear
As I vigorously ran the streets of our little village, sweat flowed down my face like water, I heaved breathless sighs out of me, felt my heart rise up, and I thought I was going to vomit it out. I glanced right and left and saw a couple of houses…

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A song of waiting 

IAdaora, if I told you why, why I have chosen this path would it make a difference. Would it change the sad picture of me you have, impressed firmly on your memory's surface? One that I suspect is infinite in consequence and  without repentance. Would the firm hands…

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