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Empty
That gnawing feeling, well within, sometimes caused by a brief glimpse of a life you’ll never have, that smile she’ll never wear. Tried to fill it with a bottle. Tried to fill it with fire. You’ve never had much success … Continue reading
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If It Came To That
A little while back, my mother’s second husband used to set little fires and blame them on me. Curtains. Carpet. Mother’s dresses. He would light tissues and drop them, to see if they could burn up before they hit the … Continue reading