..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
My voice still cracks
when I say your name.
My tears, they fall
violently in the rain.
I’m learning to let go
of all this pain.
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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