The crimson blood always seems to mock me. Nausea rose in my throat as I remembered each time I was left with only stains of blood, clear reminders of the emptiness of dreams. Each time I cursed this broken body incapable, it seemed, of giving, only skilled in letting go. Sometimes I wish I could let go of this part of me, this place inside that
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♥ This was very well done.
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Thanks for reading!:)
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I admit, I prize your comments. It means a lot to me that I got one from you again:)
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Wow, though. Just wow. So sad.
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It's hard to know how much to coordinate on entries but I appreciate all his help, editing and helping me look deeper to get my entry polished.
I hated "making readers sad" but, to me, "A Place that Can Never Be" just sounds sad, no matter which ideas we came up with.
However, Zia and others came up with some funny ideas, so many I am just one to look on the dark side, I don't know. Thanks for your comments!:)
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I agree, I only really thought of sad things with that topic, which is probably one of the reasons I chose Precognition ;) Of course my partner's wasn't sad, either. It's been fun reading a lot of the different takes on that topic!
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