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A Description of Humanism

She had a face straight out of a magazine, a body like an hourglass, the way the boys chased her, and the way the girls looked and...

He wore skinny jeans and collared sweaters, with sleeves long enough to cover the wretchedness that hid his arms, He looked for him...

Day 10 Little Alice fell down the hole, bumped her head and bruised her soul, everyone became different, and her mind was sick. The Mad...

Day Six To be acknowledged in this world, it seduces the innocent minds of the anxious, eventually infecting the population with a...

Day Five A golden-locked girl loved me in my mid-life, she had light, gentle hands that enfolded my spirit in its hours of aloneness,...

Day 2 In the youth of my life, during the unconventional anniversaries of my birth, I wished I was dead, and they all clapped without...

Day One I am sitting in life’s boat drifting towards the fall, the pace stays constant while the leaves change color and position, the...