fragments of dream,
pieces of me
lost, missing, stolen.
I no longer
new and shiny… 54 more words
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I was nine when I came home and Dad said he'd fried my pet fish for lunch and other stories about the end of life
I chipped a tooth the other day.
I chipped a tooth on a soft onion ring.
I feel like my body doesn’t quite understand the concept of falling apart. 158 more words
I feel as though this helps me a bit, even though it does keep my thoughts on you, and that can be detrimental to my health. 1,802 more words