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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

Fire. Red. The echoes in my soul have not stopped yet. Ignoring them makes them echo louder. Trying to push them down deeper without...

Let me tell you this, this, this acking pain Ah help me please Listen hear me let me explain It’s in my heart and a little in my soul I...

I love falling asleep to chocolate melting in the roof of my mouth I love the way my toes play in the sand, trying ever so elegantly to...