

Some things that I amI am a writer. I am a student. I am that kind of special. I am perpetually broke. I am a cat lover. I am an aunt. I am easily distracted by shiny objects. I am an excellent hugger. I am a perfectionist. I am stronger than I look. I am a mom, minus the child. I actually am a beautiful and unique snowflake. I am a work-in-progress. I am the other Emily. I am whole. I am me.Some things that I am


JackJack I trace my finger along his slight curves and breathe in his intoxication. I pull him close to me. Drinking him in I feel his warmth fill me consuming me. Feeling his touch his comfort run through my veins. I draw him further deeper into me. He consoles me numbing the pain helping me forget. I pour into him loving him until the end. He had been there for me my sole companion. But now the bottle is empty and Im alone again.Jack


UntitledI dont know why he hits her, he just gets mad. Dad will have a bad day, Mom will cut the roast wrong, and next thing I know Dads glass will fly through the air toward Moms head. Some nights she screams too much and the cops come. Those nights I have to get the door and tell them that things are fine; Mom and Dad are out, that my tunes were just too loud. Shoo them off the porch or else I get it. I tried to help once. Just once. The next day I had a fat lip, black eye, and two hurt ribs. I fell down the stairs.Untitled
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...und aus der Erde singt das Kind.
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"There are three kinds of people in this world: those who can count, and those who can't."
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