Peanut
Her name was Peanut. She came with the spring flowers and sunshine. Sunday mornings were bacon and eggs, melted cheese,[…]
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A thousand memories bombarded me; remnants of her vibrant, beautiful life. Each, a razor tipped arrow running me through, taking away pieces until there wasn’t enough of me left to even be me. Is a person alive if who they are is gone? Moving forward requires life. For me, forward was a helpless plunge into dark, hopeless, nothingness.
Read moreMorning sun streamed in the coffee shop windows in such contrast to the dark conversation. My friend leaned on the[…]
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