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she pressed her body up against the sink and stared at the faults in her reflection. she drew burden on herself for the heart that was stitched on..

the digital alarm clock that she has never used reads 5:41. she could sit with a book of composition in her lap for hours and just stare at those ..

I remember her well at the Chelsea hotel. Seeing her for the first time out the window. I had already been high for what seemed like days at a tim..

I was born on the wrong side of the bed. It was a January and the first frost had just blanketed itself upon our small and desolate town. My fathe..

He was on his way home to visit due to a lucky break from the University. With a grueling seven hours ahead of him he knew he’d make it, t..

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