And today she didn't feel like hurting.
Today she didn't wake up with a start, or swallow bile in the morning.
She ate breakfast and had a call with her sister.
Today. She'll live for days like today.
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Intersections, Thunderstorms and No Sense of Direction
PoetryRandom pieces that help me keep writing and expressing myself. Story excrepts or single sentences, whenever I feel inspired or sort through the rubble in my mind. [Warning: First few chapters were written when I was young. Please understand that I w...
