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Losing someone you love is hard, but seeing them with someone else is even harder. Walking in the rain is hard, but crying while walking in the rain, is so powerful. I can’t see. No air is coming into my lungs. I am stuck in this so called life of mine. So if you see me, know that I am just waiting for the rain to fall, so I can wash away these feelings I have for you. -Catherine Townsend
Fear- what lies beneath the pink bras black thongs empty bottles of Tylenol with sleep aide drugs induced unconsciousness leaky pens torn out pages of a journal used-to-be-fluffy-towels broken razors i didnt make the commitment im still here the mess is still here if i pick everything up will I find evidence? that this room used to be clean,organized? achieving? sane? or even worse. Nothing?
