tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91658665430801600112012-02-16T11:22:33.780-08:00A Collection of Made-Up Stories of an Unexperienced Individual//.kona./ /.amateur.//http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741543841968834185noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9165866543080160011.post-84609269705463212612009-09-06T19:37:00.000-07:002009-09-24T04:22:21.366-07:00

Once there was this boy named Sky. He had been through lots of hardship such as his mother dying, his father remarrying after just one month, and his stepmother being all witchy now and then. Having all this brought to him at once was enough to make him emotionally deprive. But I guess that was just the start of his tragic story. He just came from back from school. It seems just like any other

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There is always something we want to talk about. It's either to someone who is dear to us or just to ourselves. We never looses topics to blab and something to gossip. But, this just proves that people are social beings, whether its in a positive or negative way doesn't really matter. That's the very reason why I decided to create something like this. Something I want other people to talk about.

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