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Its 0027 hrs, on a Saturday. It has been a long day, a long week, a long 22 years and it all leads up to that moment; she, browsing the internet for answers. When had it all gone so wrong? In fact, when had it ever been right? “How to take control of my life” … Continue reading 0027

My crimson mess

I need someone who is going to thaw out my heart and leave it intact.  My poor shattered heart.  I can barely find all the pieces to keep it whole.  It's been hit hard too many times and each time I lose a piece I can't find.  That last time, was a cold storm, so … Continue reading My crimson mess