I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …
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the seething cut of betrayal
no one ever told me of the weight of an empty heart. when one’s own blood, love, friend, trusted companion, cuts you; no one tells you why. is this revenge? is this retribution? is this a payment for one’s past and future wrongdoings? is there a deeper meaning to a betrayal of exquisite stature? all …
