MericCotton
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I look up ... I look down all I see is the shroud of liquid night impenetrable suffocating the pills don’t help anymore the talks don’t help anymore I have to move get away from this spot this place of torment and shadow I hear the laughter of life just beyond my reach and my tears hit the floor without sound
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it is impossible to fathom beyond comprehension to be ignored dropped ridiculed by those who are supposed to be guardians administrators moderators of all places this was the last one i ever expected the knife so firmly placed between my shoulder blades do not ask why i weep for there are no more tears with the ultimate betrayal comes the ultimate truth life will never be worth living if you still believe in friends or others who "care" to survive you must first r
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I'm glad you enjoyed (?) it. Thanks for writing.
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and there is the scary part.
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It is a "personal experience" story - but only the first part - the "adult moment" is mental only - one I hate to say I've thought about a time or three... Thank you for reading!
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Yeah... Thanks for reading.
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That would be nice, if it were the case.
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A friend in truth.
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"too accustomed to being ok ... but practically non-functional" yeah - I know that place. You've described it well. It connects. Very nicely done..
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It wasn’t intended. Well, maybe it was. And maybe it was more gruesome than it needed to be … but I snapped. I still don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I think I can cover the why … I was nine. I remember that part well. Just after Christmas – my older brother and his friends were messing around with his new drum set. I came down stairs and said something like “you jerks sure make a lot of noise” … they charged. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back, brother sitting over my st
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short story - what would you do? Trigger warning - deals with results of sexual childhood abuse.
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Thanks! It's good to be back, even if I'm not writing "full" chapters yet.
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“Boss, if you don’t sit still, I can’t get you ready.” Nelson struck at Enderson’s hand as the older man tried to mess with the tie in Nelson’s hands. “Then Let.Me.Have it,” Enderson replied, finally wresting the fabric from the driver. “I was tying these things before you were a spark in your father’s eyes.” He fought with the tie a few moments before his hands flew up in frustration. “These things must have been invented by women as torture for their men.” He looked up at his driver and bo
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It was only my third year when she first fondled me Now in therapy we're finding pieces of three Two more years she would have me don't know how I survived Now I'm starting to discover pieces of five We then moved to a new city a new home - a new state And for three years my brother gave me pieces of eight For two more years torture from him and his friends But she left and got married at least one part did end ... somewhere deep in my mind there hide pieces of ten
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Thanks. Hope Enderson doesn't get any harder to read ....
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Thanks. This one was tricky to get the way I wanted. There are still a couple rough passages, but I'm happy with it.
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LOL! I'm sure his blood is red, yes...
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By the time they reached the turn off for the house, Michael felt like he had gone eight rounds with the heavy-weight champion of the world. Enderson had read him the riot act about not being supportive, having betrayed his own father, what would his mother say, and the like. Michael had remained quiet with the exception of an occasional "yes sir" or "sorry sir". He understood his father too well to try to debate or speak against the man's tirade. The man had to get it out of his system, and tha
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'Twas the Eve of Forever when first they did meet, To taste bitter conflict with misery so sweet it did darken the sun, And brighten the night. On the Eve of Forever when Fate first took flight. In forbearing forgiveness they sought out true love, Ignoring the warnings sent down from above, they moved towards each other, Their steps slow and sure. On the Eve of Forever – their hopes and dreams pure. While within their hearts, nestled, they harbored their fears, Alone and forsaken,
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fingers slide over the keys as my soul listens listens ever so closely for a note just one note that touches for once a note is found a second is that much easier and a third fourth and from the depths of despair comes a symphony of hope and longing shadows fade and darkness quivers as the light breaks forth note by note
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all i feel when i read it is how right the thing is
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A brick fell out of the wall the other day and for the first time ever I didn't put it back. I have you to thank. You see, until now, I've never wanted to know what was over there on the other side of the wall. I just never realized there were nice people in the world. But now I'm wondering ... maybe I don't need the wall? - - - - - - - - - - - - Today I put all bricks back in their proper places There is much to be said for safety not so much mine
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"blue butterfly" ... somehow I believe in at least one person's heart you ARE a "blue butterfly" and not an ugly slug. even in my mind, you are much closer to butterfly than slug but then, what do I know?
