List: It Hurts To Know

  • Day 1: / He smells like stale rum. His eyes are red and watery. As he talks, spit shoots from his lips as each word is punctuated by hate a
    400 words, 4 comments, on Nov 26 11:55 AM 2007. In Abuse, Dad, Sad, Teen
  • I wrote him a letter. Like mere words confined to the unenthusiastic boundries of the English language could really express the pain confus
    300 words, 2 comments, on Nov 30 5:39 PM 2007. In Family, Sad, Teen

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