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Constantly thinking, never to be the same, the tears fall quickly just hearing your name. Silence is golden yet not anymore silence brings thoughts I just can't ignore.
There’s a snowy park in the distance. Although the buildings on the horizon are tall and dark, all I can see in detail are the trees on the other side of the field. There’s a football in one of them.
Snowy December, ice everywhere, "Be careful, children", the parents who care. The children will never learn, And for this attitude, it's pain they earn.
GRIEF, the price we pay for love. When that human connection is there no more. Something I have lived and felt before. Searing, burning stabbing my core. Like the painful ache of a broken heart.
#youngwritershousehold My sister. This is where she had sat. My sister. Adjacent to the oak, so fat. My sister. Upon the wooden swing, she rested. My sister. 'Our little flower,' we regularly jested.
One day steve went to his apartment and he hasn't played his wii for a long time so He played super smash bros. a lot of strange things have happened in his apartment for the past few weeks.
He knelt at the side of the pond. His hands gripping the slippery, slimy slates he lent forward peering into the inky darkness of the water; wondering what undiscovered treasures lay at the bottom.
Chapter 3. The doctor told us that she died from a heat stroke, which wasn't likely in young children.