"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we're being honest. It's 'its' fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, hungry, visible rib cage, tired, …
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted chocolate. When you unwrap it, …
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