Murdering Me

I knew I was right about her, I knew by the way she looked at us. The way she looked at you, the way she looked at me. If you’d led her on, she’d have had little difficulty in murdering me; it was the way she killed me with those eyes, squinting above a molded …

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Worth It.

One day, you will wake up to streams of sunshine seeping in through the blinds, kissing your cheeks with the warmest of greetings, and you'll realize that you were worth it. You were worth the daily newspaper you perused over breakfast and on the way to start your day, you were worth the dab of …

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