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Meg Haston

  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    am I not trying hard enough, not achieving enough to make her see my choice, the one I’ve sworn to with skin and bone?
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    The weight of my useless body rotting in the ground. My soul lighter than paper and drifting far from its fleshy prison.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    Death won’t desert me. It’s waiting for me, beckoning. And I’m ready, taking sure steps toward my final act.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    I stare at the wall behind her for so long that my eyes drift out of focus. I let them. It’s nice to see the world that way sometimes, blurred around the edges like I’ve sunk to the bottom of the ocean and am staring up at the sun.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    I am reflecting so much that I can hardly breathe.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    All this pretty is a goddamn lie.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    My body knew before I did: She was still gone.
  • Najaahцитирует4 месяца назад
    She never considers that it was writing that got me here in the first place, destroying me from the inside out.
  • Najaahцитирует22 дня назад
    TIME is more of a concept here than anything else
  • Najaahцитирует22 дня назад
    Here, every day feels the same.
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