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Dying For A Memory Abbie Angel
The world that I’d once known was gone; cast a thousand centuries in the past. When you feel that you cannot go on anymore, when you dig deep into your heart, deeper than you’ve ever dug, and there’s nothing there, then what’s left? When you cry so much because nobody hugs you anymore and all the tears are gone, then what’s left? If there’s no more love to keep you warm, then what’s left?
When there’s no more food in your belly and you get used to the ache from the emptiness, why go on? When I close my eyes, I can go back to happier times, when dad, mom and I were a family. I remember going to church together, and falling asleep on Christmas Eve between mommy and daddy, sitting on the couch because I was too tired to wait for Santa, but Santa always came. We were a happy family once, and at least I have that to remember. I don’t know anymore. If I fall asleep when it’s really cold outside, maybe I’ll never wake up again. Maybe if I wish hard enough before I sleep, I can go back to that happy time in my heart forever.
I don’t want to run anymore. I didn’t do anything bad, I just ran away because the nightmares turned real. Why do I have to keep running?
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"Very thought provoking. I am assuming it is non-fiction. Very good." -- Steven L. Howard.
"Good work, i liked it alot, but considering that you are one of many who's writing deals with their life it is extremely sad. hold on for that special moment that will make all the suffering worth while, god knows i am and so many others. love and regards" -- Rebecca.
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