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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

Fire. Red. The echoes in my soul have not stopped yet. Ignoring them makes them echo louder. Trying to push them down deeper without...

I can’t stop you from being here. Always there never gone. And you don’t care. No one I know. In the shadows. Damn you. There you are....