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I've never been homesick, even a little.

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Depression is a smoky black hand at my throat, a hoary voice that whispers me awake in the night with portents of doom, a dark looming god hungry for a sacrifice of blood.

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She waited all her life to hear him say it.

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I knew he didn't really see me as a person; I was a function in his eyes, a means to an end.

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There was time to grab only one thing before I stumbled half-naked into the yard, into the arms of the waiting fire crew, knowing that everything else I owned would soon be reduced to ash.

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The sun's first rays dispersed the last of the fog as the runners of Santa's sleigh touched down upon the icy runway, and the camaraderie of a hard night's work was still as warm as the promise of a well-earned rest.

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What cemetery will sell me a plot where I may bury my dreams?

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I would have done almost anything to keep you here with me.

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"I'm so sorry," I wept over his grave.

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I closed my eyes ruminating how badly I suck at life.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I've never been homesick, even a little.	44
Depression is a smoky black hand at my throat, a hoary voice that whispers me awake in the night with portents of doom, a dark looming god hungry for a sacrifice of blood.	44
She waited all her life to hear him say it.	44
I knew he didn't really see me as a person; I was a function in his eyes, a means to an end.	44
There was time to grab only one thing before I stumbled half-naked into the yard, into the arms of the waiting fire crew, knowing that everything else I owned would soon be reduced to ash.	43
The sun's first rays dispersed the last of the fog as the runners of Santa's sleigh touched down upon the icy runway, and the camaraderie of a hard night's work was still as warm as the promise of a well-earned rest.	43
What cemetery will sell me a plot where I may bury my dreams?	43
I would have done almost anything to keep you here with me.	43
"I'm so sorry," I wept over his grave.	43
I closed my eyes ruminating how badly I suck at life.	43