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As I reminisce on the past I think what I miss is not childhood itself but simpler times: running through my grandfather's cornfield in Oregon, and later, my grandmother's back yard in Virginia; undisturbed sleep, devouring books with no need of checking the clock, and a body without creaks or pain. There was chaos and trauma— bullies, a man with roving hands, and explosive fights that left me cowering in my bedroom, hands over my ears— all I carry inside me like a mythical sea creature occasionally rising to the surface, interrupting the calm. But as a child each moment was all I lived and knew. Every passing day brought h

The awfulest day of my life began with what some people call «a funny story», but for me it wasn’t funny at all. I woke up later than I had to, so when I saw the time on my ringing clocks, I said a very bad word and attempted leaving my bed quickly. I failed and fell on the tough floor, almost breaking a rib (at least, so I felt). Then I said a bad word twice and got on my feet. I never liked the kitchen. I thought it was always kidding me! While I was trying to turn on the coffee machine, it glitched and left me without coffee at all. As I had no time for breakfast, I started dealing with a shirt, but when I was ironing, the

Every sip a hurting fire, Every swallow a soothing wave. My tongue; my throat, burns aflame. My doubts; my wounds, washed away. I like it, I don't. It's sick, it's strong. I need this, don't want this. I'm reaching—once again. Emptying that glass of pain.

    The day was just starting, jake was feeling great. some days, life feels perfect. this was one of them. he called some friends, who were recently feeling down because other days just ain't workin. invited them to play some basketball. all but one said no. his best friend kel.    The time they met was an hour and a half later at the court and since there was just the 2 of them, decided to play 'shotgun'. a game where 2 people shoot and try to get the ball in the hoop first. but in this case the try to get as many hoops as possible. he had hoped for most if not all of his friends.    The day was going pretty well, jake had lost by 12, k

it feels as if all of my organs are slowly shutting down, as if i am freezing to death in the middle of nowhere and all i can do is fall asleep. alone in the snow, i close my eyes and shudder as another breath traipses in and out of my failing lungs. my aching body begs me to protect myself; my mind screams at me that i should know better -- but the survival instincts simply aren’t kicking in. it will all be over soon. soon, i will be too cold to feel any pain. so i wait.

Hey there Don't be sad It'll be alright In the end, we all just try In the end, we can all just cry In the end, we will all just die Just hold on till your soul can fly