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( everything happens for a reason )

Bernice Edwards was drawing herself a bath when everything changed. The only bathroom in her old country house was on the first floor and had a window that looked out over the busy street in front. The end of her day always consisted of this bath, as it was the only time she could truly relax. She was often anxious upon getting in bed, tossing ( Read more... )

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My tears are full of you, I am crying you out. If I close my eyes while they run down my face, a tear feels like your fingertip brushing my cheek. Tears in the beginning, and then tears in the end. Tears during birth, and tears during death.

I’ll ask again, what is the significance of tears?I marvel that I am still able to write in such ( Read more... )

I am suffocating, drowning; my life support has been cut off. I remember an episode similar to this that involved a scream, glass breaking, and then my own bloody hand through a window. I remember the pain of it all and how the glass shard, covered in blood, had ripped open several layers of skin and muscle tissue. The glass was a reminder that ( Read more... )

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my heart jumps when i mistakenly think you answered the phone, got online, any sign of communication. i missed you so much tonight while others were clapping and smiling and complimenting me because i just wanted you to be there so fucking bad. i smile and play my part, do the things i hate, with you always in my head, in my heart. at first, i ( Read more... )

you inspired me to write something because i see you moving along rather quickly. then i think about the simplicity of my words and examine myself and question if all the things people say are lies. little fibs, the ones you tell as compliments, the ones that create positive energy and feelings. i know what she would say and i love that she ( Read more... )