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Her bedroom walls beg to be acknowledged. The tones portray lifelessness. A color you could only imagine seeingat an open casket. Even then, that colo..
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Rotting away, each root pleading to be saved, feeding to your pain.Causing tremors, your hands continuously shake, brings your jaw to increasingly scr..
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He still feels her breath on his neck, on those Sunday mornings they got to sleep in together not having toworry about taking out the trash, answering..
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I know this isn't the greatest piece of writing, but it's a start. I do plan on revisiting it to make some changes and give it a good edit.
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Julia loved July. Her family's summer cottage sat isolated within the mouth of a bay. The waters of this deceptively large bay became her escape, and ..
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The sound of wall paper peeling itself off the walls, as curtains dance violently in the heat.
Once lively lilac becomes a dying, rotting, lifeless g..
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