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SadnessPiercing, seething, throbbing sadnessMy chest constricted, every breath a fight against myselfAnd although my heart keeps beating, there is no ..
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This little game has been going on for weeks. I go into the coffee shop for acappuccino and I sit in the arm chair in the corner, and every day she co..
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There is a monsterIt is forever judging with many eyes.Its tongue is bitter ash which spews nothing but lies.Death on its mind and blood on its claws,..
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