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Self Titled Ch. P and Ch. 1"It's so cold. Please, hold me close." My breath fogs the air with each exhale. "Please?"Self Titled Ch. P and Ch. 1
Nothing. Not yet. She's been so hard to get lately. Where have you gone sweet, sweet Sylvia? What has changed you so?
"I'm so tired from the day; I don't have the energy to fight with you, why are you being so hard to get?"
Nothing. Not yet.
Do you remember? Do you remember when we held hands and walked through the fog? Do you remember when we first met, at my tender, troubled age of 8 when you first walked into my life through the storm that was my mind? Do you remember how you protected me from ever
by ~Christpuncher
Curtain RodsImagine. Imagine dirty, festering lettuce. Not a whole head, just the leaves that flake off in the back of the crisper. Imagine lining a bowl with it, and inside the lining placing a thin layer of mayonnaise. Then, imagine filling it with that jar in the back of your fridge. That something your grandmother canned 3 years ago before she gave to your parents,Curtain Rods
Who didn't care enough to use it. That combined with a big cup of arid feces. This is the scent that emanated from the curtain rods in the house that rightfully belonged to Samantha.
The divorce courts had ordered the hous
by ~Christpuncher
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