The crimson blood always seems to mock me. Nausea rose in my throat as I remembered each time I was left with only stains of blood, clear reminders of the emptiness of dreams. Each time I cursed this broken body incapable, it seemed, of giving, only skilled in letting go. Sometimes I wish I could let go of this part of me, this place inside that
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Sorry, in some ways, I hate to end sad:( But that is what kept occuring to me for the prompt. Thanks for commenting:)
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I hated to "make our readers sad" but every idea we could come up with for "A Place that Can Never Be" seemed sad. Maybe we just look on the dark side.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!:)
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Thanks so much for commenting!:)
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I loved your line about "cupid college" before I knew it was your entry for the week. Now it makes me laugh even more:)
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