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Dreams flutter behind my eyelids on a quiet November evening disturbed only by the whisk and whirr of the wind against the old house. How picturesque of a setting: curled up on
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Last week, distressful news. Last week, this week. No feeling. Perhaps shock. Guilt sidles in. Shouldn't I feel something? My heart ignores what dreadful sounds-words that ente
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I have imagined a conversation with my ex after we broke up. I was heartbroken and we were both confused with the lack of communication. Blame didn't rest squarely on his shoul
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She lived for the love of music. Her goal was recreation of the energy, soul, and talent invested in music of her favorite musicians: Micheal Jackson, Cher, Whitney Houston, Ma
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Everyone knows the best horror stories occur at night. But aren't they even scarier when they brazenly take place under the light of the sun when there are fewer shadows? Isabe
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Thursday night.Crickets sing outside in the backyard. The heat sits uncomfortably on my shoulders. I cry occasional pairs of tears, staring into memories. I lean against the wo
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