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Some people remember traumatic experiences exactly as they happen. I wish I did. I wracked my mind for the entire event, wondering what I did wrong ..
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A short story inspired by "The Day I Killed Myself", by Call me sick, Boy.
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Yesterday I broke the microwave,
A gift from you to me.
Yesterday, the microwave broke me,
So finally
My unseeing heart could see.
It meant..
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Where am I?, My eyes sprang open. I moved, and then, she moved with me, her arm strong around my waist, touching me, comforting me. It was almost as i..
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“Are you okay?” Claudia asked. We strode through the nearly empty mall in silence. The rain had pretty much shut things down, but not..
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The rain continued in its remorseless fashion.I struggled out of Claudia’s car with bags, and she struggled behind me.Bailey flew out of the h..
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“Hey, have you seen Desi lately?”It was the first time in over six months that Desi’s name had even come up.Bailey and I had fall..
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I knocked on Andre’s door hours later.I couldn’t even tell myself where I’d been, much less tell him.He opened quickly.
“..
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“Jaylen.”Bailey called me.My eyes sprung open.I’d fallen asleep and hadn’t realized.“It’s Andre’s weekend..
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