..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
And all that was left,
were the ghosts of every girl
she had ever been,
haunting the hearts
of those that could not love her.
~glassy-eyedgirl
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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