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garbage?
She shivered, and lay her head on her knees. Her love, her life, her whole world...gone. She felt the fist of lonelyness squeeze her chest, and choked. She didn't feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, to splatter on the hands clasped tightly against her breast. She didn't fight the cold, seeping through her limbs, to clench at her veins, her heart. The numbness started in her toes, crawling ever upwards offering release. She didn't hear the scream, the burst of bleeding denial and fear from deep down inside her soul.
I don't know what this is, where it came from...other than within my jumbled head....and I sure as heck don't know what to do with it, besides crumple it up on the napkin I wrote it on and file it away in the little round basket in the corner. Hey...why not.
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"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss
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