You wouldn't expect it to feel like this. Sudden. Stinging. And Sharp.
You wouldn't expect words to sear like saw's contact with harp.
To cut one off.
Is to snip a line...
Does this mean we can't be friends?
Why not?
Was it worth it?
Was I over thinking?
Was I being rash or unbelieving?
Isn't it me that gets to decide?
Then why and I just wanting to bury down and hide?
Tears.
Feelings I didn't know I felt.
Goodness. What is the right thing to do in this world of check and guessing?
Cassidy’s treasures
In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec... -
I count myself with the most fortunate to have little toes to call piggies and little giggles to tickle out Her toys sprinkled around our ...