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Blue, blue eyes staring.Rough, rough hands stroking.Sharp, sharpest teeth pulling.Dull, dull sensations unceasing.Movement, movements of alternating p..
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Writing about an encounter I had today in order to make sense of it.
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Glaring glow,Screen scrolling,Eyes dull,Heart sunk.Pulling away,Nearly impossible,All consuming,All demanding.No more time,Chores undone,Clothes never..
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I was truly in the wrong?Was it me who kept changing their story?Was I really the one who tore apart our relationship?It's sad, that even now, you sti..
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Memories,Bringing back the weight, the feelings, the sensations.Darkness,Bringing back the fear, the insomnia, the paranoia.Rooms,Filled with images, ..
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They say time heals every wound,But what happens when the wounds never seal?They say add a year onto the healing process for every year of trauma,But ..
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Scars come in many differentShapes,Sizes,Positions,Places,Reasons.They are not alwaysLong,Short,Big,Small,Visible,Self-inflicted.Mine areNumerous,Vari..
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Aisling pushed
into the man’s tight, well-formed body. Gasping as he moved his mouth from hers
to her neck. She writhed under him, causing mot..
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What’s left when the pain goes away?
What happens next?
Do you move on?
Do you feel again?
Or does it all just fade into that deep b..
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She glanced up from the table;
she had been intent on her bowl of cereal. He had startled her; she wasn’t
expecting him so soon.
He strode ..
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