..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
You’re like a crime scene.
Forever carrying brass knuckles in the pockets of your jeans, because you never know if those ghosts with heartbeats will come back.
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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