I learned my high school freshmen theatre arts teacher died in a bus accident in Mexico. The news, even though I haven't spoken to him in years - and I'm certain he didn't really care much for me - still depresses me.
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The Art of Living, Loving, Losing & Learning: A Recorded History of my Thoughts
About Me
- EPrayer
- I'm a reader who happens to write. My greatest inspiration isn't my life, but yours. I am a watcher. I study people.
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- Constancies
- May cause some insanity
- Artistic indifference
- Suicidal
- The Final Days
- Father
- Disagree & pseudo celebrity
- Teeth
- Marijuana St. Blues
- Shot
- I want to write a male response to this
- Fish for Lent
- Men with Women
- A good teacher
- Visual Effects
- Forgetting the past
- One thing before I go to bed
- Morally Blank World
- The Girl
- Stepping stone
- Waiting is the hardest part
- Restless mind
- Fragmentary
- It's been four years now
- Girls on the side
- Seductions
- The reason I write as my artistic medium
- Photographs
- Of Remorse & Poetry
- Afterthoughts
- Damn thoughts of mine
- This time last year
- Office Mess
- I should really learn to edit
- Johari Window
- Birthday
- The God Who Closed His Eyes
- Egg Shells
- It was a good thing
- On my list
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