

Marcy"What are you here for?" I yelled, throwing empty yellow prescription bottles at her smugly set face. So smug with those wire rimmed glasses and fake doe eyes. There was no such thing as innocence. "Tell me Marcy. Tell me. What do you want?" Her placid figure infuriated me even more. I turned around, feeling a faint pain in my ribs, reaching for the clear plastic bag of fake smiles that would help me sleep through the pain tonight. I ripped it open, rattling sounds stabbing my eyes. I stumbled in reaching for them, Marcy lurched forward but I threw my hands up. "Don't you dare come any closer!" I didn't bother to lookMarcy


Blank Pages CryThis is a blank page for the broken betrayed. This is a page for those who believed wanted. This is a new beginning for the sore of heartBlank Pages Cry


Dying in Whipped CreamI watched a bug die today. He was not squished. He didnt die naturally. He died in a pile of whipped cream, in a matter of seconds. Whipped cream. Nothing cynical, nothing poisonous. Just plain old, whipped cream. It got me wondering: how many good things in our life our bad? How many innocent things in our life are actually evil? The bug didnt do anything, he just crawled up the cup, and fell inside, on top of a pile of whipped cream.Dying in Whipped Cream
I suppose all the struggling did him in. The more he struggled, the more he fell into the whipped cream and the more he drowned in beaten sugar. But that brings to light another t
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