Nothing I’d done up until that day meant anything. I’d just been doing all the things I wanted to do without ever caring about the consequences. I didn’t understand that those things would come back to bite me one day. I thought I was doing something good. But I wasn’t. I wasn’t doing anything really, […]
via “Nothing that mattered” — Rtillyflash
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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
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