Stories tagged “eight”
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Hiding Behind The Stitches
The Stitches that hold me together Are getting ready to break I’m not sure how much more I can take Despair Everything I do is wrong How many more times will my life play this God awful song The Ribbons That hold the tear Are straining under the weig...
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Eight Years Ago
“Oh, look!” It’s an elementary school playground, busy even after school. Green plastic. Nothing special. I walk by it every day after ballet class, hear the shrieks of kids playing, never really pay any mind to it. Or at least, I try my hardest ...