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peppermint
beginner writer. open to feedback.
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peppermint
beginner writer. open to feedback.
beginner writer. open to feedback.
beginner writer. open to feedback.
I've seen you at your worst
You've seen me too
I've seen the look in your eyes
I've seen the pain
When I'm hurting, do you see it too?
Or do you just not care?
Do you think to ask?
Do you think of reasons I'm hurt?
Or is that only me?
When I'm on the cold kitchen floor,
Will you come up to me?
Will you hold me while running your hand through my hair?
Or will you walk to the fridge to grab another...
This is how it ends
How our story concludes
The pages are turning
Faster than I can read
I have so much to say still
So many lines unwritten
The last page of our story is blank
I see now that not all things have conclusions
Not all stories have happy endings
Yet, something inside still yearns for more
One more conversation
One more page
One more thing to keep our story alive
What happens if y...
Dear Lover,
I won’t waste time on formalities. You won’t read this anyway now that you’re gone. But, I hope somewhere, wherever you are, you’ll think of me sometimes. Maybe you’ll be drunk at a bar and through slurred words you’ll mess up a word and it’ll sort of sound like my name. Like the nickname you gave me before you left.
I hope you have a family. I hope you have a good job and a good li...
Adrenaline and Norepinephrine is coursing through my body, forcing out an involuntary "fight-or-flight" response. Fighting seems impossible as not even a ray of sunshine flows through the room. There are no windows. There is a small door with what appears to be a minimum of three locks. My back is flattened against the wall and I can feel my heart pumping in and out of my chest. He's got a gun. I ...