/u/Steve_FS's posts in /r/TwoSentenceSadness

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“I love you, my son.” the old lady whispered, her eyes attempting to focus at the blurry figure in front of her.

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My sister died a tragic death when she was only 5 months old, and in response to the trauma, my father took something from her crib and stored it in a box, telling us to never open it.

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“Will you watch over my son?” I asked God, my spirit filled with regret after I died from a crash during one of my drunk driving spells.

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When my cat bit me for petting him too hard, a rage came over me - a rage from being too broke, too tired, too stressed, too unloved - and I snapped.

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I saw the bump in the blanket, and suddenly, I remembered how my cat used to sleep with me every night.

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As I stare at my lover, I am plagued by my obsessive thoughts of us getting old and sick.

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I was fine with my suicide until I felt my cat nudging my foot with his wet nose.

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Despite my social anxiety, I spent the night getting to know my partner's friends, hoping they would like me.

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I brought my boyfriend’s cat to the vet this morning, and assured him that she probably just needed antibiotics.

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I had not checked the mail in months, so I took a deep breath, opened my mailbox, and sifted through the stacks of envelopes.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
“I love you, my son.” the old lady whispered, her eyes attempting to focus at the blurry figure in front of her.	1248
My sister died a tragic death when she was only 5 months old, and in response to the trauma, my father took something from her crib and stored it in a box, telling us to never open it.	1201
“Will you watch over my son?” I asked God, my spirit filled with regret after I died from a crash during one of my drunk driving spells.	858
When my cat bit me for petting him too hard, a rage came over me - a rage from being too broke, too tired, too stressed, too unloved - and I snapped.	838
I saw the bump in the blanket, and suddenly, I remembered how my cat used to sleep with me every night.	749
As I stare at my lover, I am plagued by my obsessive thoughts of us getting old and sick.	696
I was fine with my suicide until I felt my cat nudging my foot with his wet nose.	685
Despite my social anxiety, I spent the night getting to know my partner's friends, hoping they would like me.	516
I brought my boyfriend’s cat to the vet this morning, and assured him that she probably just needed antibiotics.	514
I had not checked the mail in months, so I took a deep breath, opened my mailbox, and sifted through the stacks of envelopes.	438