Reporters are trained to develop a sixth sense, a nose for when a story smells fishy, and something about this one wasn't right. First of all, John said he had been home. But he wasn't. And I hadn't seen Carrie in two weeks. Where did all the people go? "Just their clothes! Just clothes is …
Oh, my dear, dear soul. Do not weep for that which is not. You exhaust yourself all the day long, yearning for a love that is gone. Oh, my dear lost love. Do you recall when your eyes fluttered towards me? You too soon forget your own wishful stares and murmurings your heart whispered freely. …
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I'm just asking you to help me understand. That's all. I just want to take back a little piece of my mind, so I have somewhere to run when the insanity overwhelms me. I've never done this before. Never trusted. Never turned myself inside out to show that there's more than just anger and darkness …
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Light filters through the leaves, making shadows dance along the ground. Wind whistles through the trees, creating a melody only I can hear. Petaled blooms paint the mountain side. Rivers carve a path in stone. Clouds chase sunlight across the sky. The quietness eases my every fear. Long I had been journeying, until the path …
