payphone lullabyA Story by Sarah Wolfwhy do rocks sinkim sorry mommy 3 words written in ink stains her tears would not bring him home he was gone like a dream the 17 years had faded so quickly she questioned if he was real she was insane she'd never had a son or did she? the phone rings at 9:00 sharp each night from a different number a familiar voice would say 'It's me, sam" refusing to question it, she'd sing 1 more lullaby sam wasnt coming home anytime soon
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Added on May 9, 2014 Last Updated on May 9, 2014 AuthorSarah Wolfi am everywhere, but nowhere all at onceAbouthi. im sarah. which is irrelevant and probably agitating considering you are obviously well aware of it. im 13. i like to write. i dont have many friends at all. i really like the color indigo. i live.. more..Writing
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