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She rolls out of bed again, gasping for air, hating these nightmares that plague her. It seems each time she lays her head down to sleep, they worsen...
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My fingers lightly dance across the paper.... pages and pages of you, scrawled in adorable handwriting. Your notes in my pockets, like little pieces o..
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Forehead pressed up against the cool glass door.Fingers lightly tracing the frame...Your stuffed animal clenched tightly to your stomach,the only item..
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We didn't know when it was coming, when it was going to happen.... when all our families and loved ones were to be ripped away from us, devastating, s..
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Beneath this dead tree of a soul.
rotting mess of tangled agony.
falling to pieces, flimsy
and damp little particles of human feeling.
Slowly go..
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Peace At
Last.
She’s always tired. Sick and tired of putting up with the everyday s**t. But
really, there’s nothing she can do abou..
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putrid. acid in your throat.
suffocation around your chest.
melancholy.
birds, hanged in trees by little wings...
tweeting, but no sound.
magni..
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As if suspended between melancholy and hate...
weakened, drifting oh so nearer to my fate.
You've been hurt, used, beaten and bashed...
This filt..
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I’ve been so confused lately. I don’t know if I believe in God or not. I know there’s something out there, to not believe so would b..
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Sometimes you wish to just fade to black. Slipping away, your edges fraying, melting into the background of this godforsaken place. It hurts to think ..
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