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Being in the military, I put out an ad to help me move to yet another new house.

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My mother wept and begged me to eat as she held the spoon to my mouth while I laid in the hospital bed.

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By the age of ninety-three, Gladys had learned to cope with being poor.

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My dad died in a motorcycle accident three days ago.

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"Hey guys, does it feel lonely here or is it 'just me', haha, do you get it?"

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"Empty the cash register!" He yelled as he put the gun to my head.

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My mother always nagged my father over installing a chandelier.

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She’d always prayed that her kids, grandkids, and their grandkids would never forget who she was.

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If comparison is the thief of joy, what is stolen when you have no joy in your life?

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I was forced to paint myself with scars—colorful, invisible, silent, and mournful.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Being in the military, I put out an ad to help me move to yet another new house.	13
My mother wept and begged me to eat as she held the spoon to my mouth while I laid in the hospital bed.	13
By the age of ninety-three, Gladys had learned to cope with being poor.	13
My dad died in a motorcycle accident three days ago.	13
"Hey guys, does it feel lonely here or is it 'just me', haha, do you get it?"	13
"Empty the cash register!" He yelled as he put the gun to my head.	13
My mother always nagged my father over installing a chandelier.	13
She’d always prayed that her kids, grandkids, and their grandkids would never forget who she was.	13
If comparison is the thief of joy, what is stolen when you have no joy in your life?	13
I was forced to paint myself with scars—colorful, invisible, silent, and mournful.	13