Crossposted.

Apr 21, 2009 01:54

She isn't happy unless her stomach feels as empty as her heart. The loud grumble of the hunger she's ignoring wakes her up in the middle of the night. She rolls over and turns her music up a little louder. She thinks about the way you used to fill the space beside her and feels a little more hollow. Insomnia finally drags her out of bed and she ( Read more... )

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dirgedoll April 23 2009, 03:42:02 UTC
You are such an amazing writer. I am in awe of you.

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dolliedestroyed April 23 2009, 07:17:53 UTC
Aw, thank you very much. That means a lot coming from you.

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