Fish Bowl

I used to have a recurring dream when I was young. In it I had a fishbowl...and it exploded open out of nowhere, and sent these fish on the ground to flounder...I rushed to the scene in a  PANIC, trying to save all of my dying fish...but as my fish were flopping in the broken... Continue Reading →

My Fight Against Suicidal

I’m suicide, I’m an option. I’m the back door you think of often. You want a way out and I’ve got one. I’m a relief from the hurt and the sorrow. What pains you
 today won’t pain you tomorrow. People will forget and life will go on It won’t be long and the memory of... Continue Reading →

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