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I am sunshine candycave the hill and frost the birds make winter into a book and wish it red let the chair fall . . . . . . downI am sunshine candy


The Silent Agony In Acceptancefor all that was lost and all that was gained still my one wish, is that it had rainedThe Silent Agony In Acceptance


One DayI could hear them screaming from my hiding spot in the closet. Warm, dark, and swathed in soft cotton it was hard to believe that the fighting that had become a nightly occurrence was not just a horrible nightmare: far away and fictional, something that will disappear in the morning. But it wasn't, and it did no good to think so. I had learned long ago that when my sister, mother, and father fought, it was best to be invisible. You learn when to cry and when to disappear. I had made this hall closet mine. The upper shelves still held towels, but the lowest level is stuffed with soft blankets and pillows. there are bottles of perfumes in varioOne Day


Fighting the painyours was the hand I tried so hard to hold the heart I tore from your chestFighting the pain
and replaced with my own our bodies crushed together skin to skin bone to bone Love hurts whispered through tight lips teeth ground together holding on to the edges
of our intertwined worlds by bloodied fingertips cursing the world blaming the gods fighting the pain
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