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Rage, and the power to do something about it. That is how I feel. How could she do this to me? Was it all just about the looks? Did she just want the tall rugby-playing type all along?
“She was always a shallow bitch,” I think to myself.
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A numbness was filling both my body and my mind. I had been walking for some time now without really thinking about my destination. It was only when I reached the edge of the forest that I begin to realise where I was and what I was doing. But much of the fog still remained. I have no idea of where I am going, or why. I feel drawn to this road and this direction, but who I know that lives this way I cannot think.
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Unable to sleep,
worries turning the cogs of her mind.
Stories overheard,
an imagination stirred.
Friends with family in danger,
war becoming a reality.
My child,
affected from afar.
Just from hearing the news,
imagine her being the news.
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One foot after another. He appeared somehow lost, but kept shuffling along. He wasn’t leaving footsteps behind him in the snow, more like drag marks where his feet slid along in the snow. It was falling fast now, night had descended and the snow was halfway up his shins.
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I recoil from the tree, withdrawing my hand, and my breath begins to shorten. Now, I wish that I was back underground. At least there seemed less possibility of a heart attack there.
I don’t know where to go, what to do. The birds are still circling above the track, they didn’t follow me into the trees. Why?
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