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Sometimes I stand on my head
And I wonder what it’s like to be dead.
It is quiet, and light, not a problem in sight,
Then the clerk says “you’re blocking the bread.”
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Hannah B
Mom, self proclaimed funny girl, and publicly proclaimed "piece of work".
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler4 days ago in Fiction
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