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Some things are so bittersweet, glorious, yet devastating, half the heart joyous and half the heart breaking in pieces, for the same sweeping ..

I clutch the seams that hold it together, but they die in my hands, hands white and pale from anguish. They unravelled by themselves seeming..

The cold wind chills me to the bone straight to the marrow. I shiver for hours on end even after coming inside to the warm, cozy air. Two sle..

Ifeel peace when Iawake at 5:30 AM too tired still to even think slightly about everything that has gone terribly wrong the night before. Stil..

My TV is playing memories I've never had before. Feeling the divide brings me closer to sitting in the graveyard drinking beers and calling old..

My mother bleeds fromthe torn skin on her arthritic knees from her last big fall, she bleeds from her lungs when she breathes, from her heart, h..

The long morrow sits silently ahead, with no white noise to cloud it's ears. It has always been there, waiting steadily for my arrival and it's..

The rug is stained again soiled by my inability to behave like a civilized human being in that clean washed powdered kissed all over middle class..

My car was broken, itwas in the shop so I called a cab. Shore Taxi cabs. I wasn't thinking any great thoughts that day about life, just droning..

Yesterday I tried to smoke a cigarette to relax even though I don't smoke and never smoked and found it pointless, disgusting, and a waste of ..