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I'm sitting at the little wooden table in my apartment, staring at the glass sitting in the center of it. The clear liquid inside is slightly tilt..

you've touched the tender bruise the one that never heals the needles are out now it will only hurt now you can't get close anymore i..

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to purge the memories from your skull to burn the thoughts from behind your eyes we will s..

I think of how pictures never capture the way sunlight hits your eyes just right and you see the ring of rich green around a center of a sof..

I do my best it's not enough but I'm working on it Idon't have much but it's all yours I am not much but I am all yours

There is an apple tree stretching over my garage reaching towards my window, thrown open tempting the breeze my parents hated the tree beca..

I've lost sense of time of self of reality in this place of eternal florescent daylight no one is real

they say it's the darkest before dawn but that does not apply to missing you I miss you the most just after the sun sets as I lay my hea..

The fourth part of this little story.

The third part of my attempt at a story.