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her stomach churns
her head burns
and she cries
her eyes fill
the tears spill
and she cries
her thoughts race
as she starts to pace
and she cries
the panic rises
in her chest
and she cries
she opens the door
stares at the floor
and she cries
she wants to run
but she cant move
she is stuck
stuck in the memory
and she cries
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Boo, that sounds so sad and stressful. hugs to the littles
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Thank you! ❤
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So sad and difficult but so beautifully expressed. Great writing.
(((((hugs)))))
xx
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Thank you, Heart. hugs back to you my friend. xox
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Reblogged this on My Inner MishMash and commented:
This is so sad, but beautiful. I love it. So wanted to share. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing!
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My pleasure. 🙂
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🙂 emilia your so sweet…thanks.
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