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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Thanks so much for your encouraging comments!:)
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Thanks for reading and commenting!:)
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I think this makes the story much more interesting and I'm filled with curiosity about what Patrick does now.
Well done!
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I really appreciate your comments, considering what a great writer you are yourself:)
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That being said, this is a very strong entry and a very compelling read.
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Thanks so much for your kind words!:)
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You did a fantastic job with getting the pain of ttc'ing out there and the excitement of finally getting that positive.
The ending...just like a mentioned in java's, wow...so sad, so heartbreaking.
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So while it is a fiction story, I did channel in a lot of the emotions of my past.
Thanks so much for commenting!:)
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