(31) The Death of Young Writer March 24 2016

I lost all that I have ever loved. And now when the tears run down my cheeks that are still warm I struggle to grasp that they will turn cold soon. 

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(30) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 17 March 17 2016

What do we find when we fall down to the deepest of dumps? 

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(29) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 15 March 15 2016

Do we get what we deserve? 

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(28) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 9 March 09 2016

My jeans and Harrington got soaking wet as I was making my way through the crowds of the Liverpool Street last night.

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(27) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 8 March 08 2016

I like to place a mirror in front of other people but I do rarely look into one myself.

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(26) The Sorrows Of Young Writer March 7 March 07 2016

In my life I had the option to stay true to the virtues, which I valued above all, or to succumb to the desires.

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(25) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 4 March 04 2016

I write this while sitting in a small café on Wardour Street. London is gloomy today. 

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(24) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 3 March 03 2016

I see the only hope in an adventure that would allow me to distance myself from ‘me’.

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(23) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 2 March 02 2016

I wish we stopped lying and said the truth: It’s not important. 

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(22) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 1 March 01 2016

Being a writer allows me to become an innocent observer of the world I experience.

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