Damn, don't think or say that. Don't you love yourself anymore.

It could happen. I’d be lying and dying through tonight’s rain and tomorrow’s and the next night’s rainstorms. My spine snapped. Paralyzed. Gawking up from the hallway floor at the five-foot hole where the once little one had been? Dabs of putty stuck to my forehead.
Is Your Night’s “One-Third” Spent Rehearsing Your Day’s “Two-Thirds”?
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Annelise Lords
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May 20, 2024
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Damn, don't think or say that. Don't you love yourself anymore.
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Written by Annelise Lords
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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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