Life Throws CurveballsIts seems strange, when you are feeling such powerful emotion how you strive so hard to find the words that will justify the sensation you feel inside. I hardly ever attempt to apply my feelings to words anymore.
My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say ‘mama’, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.My Friend Charlie The Ghost
“Charlie,” I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holdin
Defeated
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