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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...

It’s chaos out there I hear it loud Clear But in here, it’s calm I look upon those littles My eyes fixed on them A little too tight...