across the gurney in the ER with her hands grasping fragments of her broken heart as shattered shards of glass all across the room.
glass bowl full
virus, throwing up constantly.....then less....but nauseated and must find a way to let it go
Packing a 10 pound bag of rocks for the remainder of my days....shifting it constantly....so I don't ever over tax one particular part of my body
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