That way lies a black soul...
I want to live and love. I want to feel and cry. I want to fall and fly. I want me…to be…free.
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So many words, so little time.

Have you revised for the exam?

—To your friend 5 minutes before exam

Bear some more, a little remains.

A bond can be so fragile.

There is no such thing as ‘remade sadly’.

Writers of colour have many shades.

Thoughts, life and coffee are everything.

Patience and manners teach us everything.

Meanwhile in Birmingham

Meanwhile in Birmingham