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It's raining it's pouring. A little girl is mourning. Her mommy's gone away. And daddy didn't stay. It's raining it's pouring. Her life is very boring. Her friends don't want to play.
I'm so immature, I apologise, I could'nt give you more. I watched you walk away, I held an open door. I cannot explain, I'm so obscure... But you'd never turn on me.
#youngwritershousehold This didn't actually happen!. For the rest of my life, My best friend had gone, She'd been stabbed with a knife, It was just wrong.
A year or so ago my nan passed away. When she was here we didn't have much to say. I was her first grandchild which didn't seem to mean much. And through the years we didn't really keep in touch.
I imagine you happy. I imagine you here. But sometimes imagination just isn't enough. You should be outside enjoying the sun. You should be laughing with all the joys.
#nightdwellers Sweat dripping down my face, Running - Running at an ever increasing pace, Shadows are old friends that hide me, Around every lamp-post past every tree...
When two became one then one on my own I thought i wanted to spend the rest of my life alone.
My little sister Lottie, I'm going through her things. Packed in boxes in the attic, But still the memory stings.
This Opuss isn't necessarily about the greatest song lyrics from start to finish - its about a line or phrase in a song that can be remembered for a lifetime and always hold a particularly special...
#household. (True Story). I never met you,. While alive,. And never saw your face,. Until I saw your photograph,. Upon the mantlepiece,. Lying there, behind a clock,.
A star that once shimmered, disappearing from sight Could etch no such memory, nor burn so bright That it would seem as indestructible as you did.
I hold a photograph in my hand, One full of memories. It holds all of my past happiness, Before I went depressed. I look at this photograph, Whenever I miss him. I hope he knows, I love him very much.
#Household A photograph is all I have, To remember you. I remember when we bought you, Fragile and brand new. You stuck your nose outside your box, Curious from the start.
JO Sephy's gone. It's just me and Tom. There are other people here, I can hear them. They're dead too. I'm dead. I think of my mother, my poor mother, and try and block out the screams of the others.
Please read on... I'm not going to write anymore Opusses about how unlucky my life has been, so please take a minute to read this.
#Household The misgivings crept in on shadow legs so slowly that when she finally took notice, it seemed to her they had always been a part of her.
So tell me, did it hurt that much. Was it like being born, only backwards. What was it like to feel your own heart stopping in your chest. Did everything go dark before it all went light.
My sisters cat was called Horlick, she loved him very much. But all things have to stop living even pets and friends as such. I told her she'd be ok, as we'd get a new baby kitten.
I never know what to make of his death.
Yes, I've accepted it. No, but I'm not over it.
"vackre hund älskade vän. Frågan finns, vad händer sen. Efter livet, vad väntar då. Jag saknar dig så.
Alla minnen med dig, glada och bra Får magen att knytas, hjärtat vill dra. Känslan att hjärtat slits sönder faller bit för bit ner i avgrunden.
Tears cascade down your cheeks. As you say your final farewells. Embrace so tightly. Longing of this sadness no one tells. Inside your broken. Inside your lost. Empty and helpless.
"What have you done to your hair?!" "Gran, it's just straightened, I swear..." "Where are all your lovely curls?" "They'll be back, Gran, I am a girl..." "When I was a lass we were stuck with what we...