One girl's battle with life
There are many things I will associate with my late mother. Cheese and wine. It didn't matter what day it was. A Friday or a Tuesday. Mum would put out wine, cheese and some sort of cracker as soon as she walked through the front door. Chocolate digestives. Mcvities, obviously. Nothing but the best, despite… Continue reading Association and loss.
Don't look back. I never did. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. You were a memory. A story of my past. I didn't forget. I just. Lived. I lived when you didn't. Because of that, we didn't have anything in common anymore. I remembered something today. When something didn't sit right, you always used to say "it's… Continue reading Dear Gothboy
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