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the mirrorItstares me in the face day in andday out, before and after everyshower, reminding me of what Icouldn’t escape. It stillwasn’tqu..
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constantMemories played like a reelas they’re caught in themotion of repeating, skippingover and over and over.I’ve scratched at themwith ..
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outsideI was there,watching my skeletondance in the summer heat,blissfully unaware of whatawaited me, of what wouldhaunt me for so long.Unable topush ..
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back thenI lived in a small ranch house,one block from the deep blue sea,a place I often was tempted to wade intoand never return from.The cold water ..
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my routine was defensiveand I liked it that way.I’d wear my clothes like armor.Whose funeral are you dressed for?Dr. So and so says you needto w..
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break ups were too easyeven for my first summer relationshipwhere I waited for him for a year later.My heart wasn’t broken but it did ache.I gen..
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when it was overI didn’t cry like I thought I would,no heavy tears or fragile breaths.I wondered if I was dead inside,this creature with a sorry..
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time passedI sat outside in the summer heat,munching on fries as Iwatchedcars zoom past, seagulls’swoop around, and listened tomysister ramble a..
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in retrospectIt’s been solong now that Iforget whyI liked him. Maybe it wasthose emerald suffocating eyes,pulling me in and spitting me outlikec..
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when I asked him outWe sat under a tree, the summer heatbeating on my back, his eyes lingeringover my freckles like honeythat dripped in lazy motions...
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