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If she hadn't crossed my path then, I never would've noticed. She was kind of way, but beautiful in a quiet sort of way. But soft and sunken, life's forgotten pin cushion, drained and abused.
stampede
I didn't see it coming. It was just a thump thump thump in my chest-a shaking in my limbs. I clenched my jaw against the chatter. I felt the wave before it hit me, inhaled the smoke before the fire caught. I wasn't ready for the pain, but it hit me like a stamapede.
curious
When I was five and I visited my grandparents at an assisted living home there was a very old man in a wheelchair in the lobby. I went over to him, and with ernesty asked, "are you dying?" My parents hushed me and apologized to the man. But as I looked back at him he smiled and winked.
strength
It is all I have. But the strength of my pride is such that I can not let it go, I will not let it go. My pride was never one to please, and my strength was never known to break.
classic
There was a simple time once. We wrote letter and said prayers. We told stories to our children, sitting by a roaring fire to keep the cold and sickness at bay. We were dirty and sick, we were helpless and stupid. But what are we now that we weren't then?
classic
We zoom long the coastline in his old car. The wind blows my hair away from my face and the sun welcomes it. It is so classic, so cliched, so perfect that it isn't true.
cards
you never know what life is going to deal you. I opened my door that monday morning hungover and exhausted, I did not expect to find him on my doorstep more broken than even I was.
wool
Th girl could never really be happy, not with hair frizzy like wool and a world that would judge her. But the light of that summer day made her beautiful, and she clung to it like rope, holding on the the last precious tendrils as the sun slipped away.
wool
he promised to take care of me. But now I sit, cold and forgotten on the street. The thin torn wool of my jacket does nothing to keep away the cold, or the sorrow that he is not here.
charge
Falling crashing burning, down forget me. I wont let you. I am here for good and don't you dare leave me. I am coming wait up, slow down. Don't forget. Please, don't forget me.
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