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Your love was like a fishing hook, only to reel me and let me go because I wasn't good enough for you.

A poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords

Sometimes I can only recall encrypted fragments of my hollow life and sometimes the present memories become nothing but scatter puzzles with a missing part I may never find. -Updates whenever my soul comes back- 04/03/2017 #688 in Poetry

A young woman moves to a new town to escape a personal trauma. Little does she know that this quiet town holds a big secret.

| WATTPAD EDITOR'S CHOICE | Major Aula Reed is a Canadian fighter pilot, veteran astronaut, and closeted bisexual. She's stationed on the second International Lunar Base or ILUB-2 with seven other crewmates. To be separated from Earth means facing radiation, meteorites, and equipment failure while under constant public scrutiny. For Aula, it also means struggling with memories of ILUB-1: the worst disaster in space exploration since the shuttle era. While she tries not to let her first mission overshadow her second, the Moon is an unforgiving place. It only takes one mistake, no matter how small, for history to repeat itself. This is a story of the near future informed by the lives of today's astronauts, whose triumphs and tragedies are immortalized in the public eye.

Here to let it all out.