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me and 3 old suicide notes | alltheavenueslookugly

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Me and austin state hospital (part 01). Me and austin state hospital (part 02). Me in defense of suicide. Me and a suicide attempt (01). Me and a suicide attempt (02). Me and a family member’s reaction to suicide. Me and 3 old suicide notes. Elavil and sleep paralysis? 12 days on viibryd. Evaluations/doctor and hospital notes. Me and a psych evaluation (august 1995). Neurology report from suicide attempt (2004). Buy the book: stories of how i end. Me and 3 old suicide notes. Posted in posts about suicide.

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Proximity. | Rants.

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August 28, 2012 46 Comments. I feel the wings growing. On my back. I want to. Fly Fly away from. HereThat thing up there. Calls me. It tells me to. Soar high. Away. Down here i wear two masks. One of love, coloured stripes. The mask that makes me. Fall in love with you each. Time you smile. That makes. Me feel complete when you’re. Around. The other mask: grey. My grey wings in a grey. Sky The nothingness. And. The dispassion. That pulls. Me away from you, and. What we have together. And the love in your.

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ME – avoiceinside

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What are you looking for? The God of Small Things. Look into the past. Look into the past. And the earphone blues continues! Today's Book Porn https:/ t.co/nOCctK5lOn. Thought for the day: https:/ t.co/EfA2dIrloH. In life one must choose between boredom and suffering. Madame de Staël 3 weeks ago. Dilbert on making the world a better place dilbert.com/strip/2016-07-. One thought on “ ME. November 9, 2012 at 7:21 PM. Thank you for the visit and the follow.enjoying your poetic heart. Enter your comment here.

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stuff I said | My Life Disconnected

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Adventures in a disturbed mind. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Author Archives: stuff I said. About stuff I said. I'm not a writer or a poet but my blog thinks I am. My body is old, my soul is older but my spirit is still a kid. December 22, 2012. You can find me here. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 205 other followers. I’m on Twitter are you? Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

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High-Rise | Antonia Fenton

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Skip to primary content. September 1, 2012. Thanks to Madison Woods and her Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt for 100 words from Stacy Plowright. Feedback most welcome. He led me on to the balcony. The air was cooler now with the promise of rain. He held a hammer over the rail. Take off your skirt. He let the handle slip a little. I let it drop. No Over the balcony. I stood naked. He tied a rope to the hammer and around my wrist. It will fall if you pull away. He ran a finger up my thigh. I like the sexua...

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Cats and Dogs | BlackSwallows.com

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Story doodles for lunchtime reading. This entry was posted on August 31, 2012, in Dark and grim. And tagged Black Swallows. Thanks to Madison Woods for posting the prompt, and for the photo by Stacy Plowright, and the Friday Fictioneers. For the great stories. Crit very welcome. Anna always thought twice about getting in a lift with a man. But it was nine flights of stairs. She’d been away all day and her greyhound hated storms. When he sat down on the floor, after 53 minutes, she began to relax. I am so...

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Scratch of Fuchsia | BlackSwallows.com

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Story doodles for lunchtime reading. This entry was posted on August 24, 2012, in Dark and grim. Thanks to Madison for posting the prompt, and Maggie Duncan for a great photo. Head over to Madison Woods. For more flash fiction. Wondereagle – Scratch of Fuchsia. He had been looking for days. Alex crouched on the rocks. Water rushed past him, as fog swirled over his back. His eyes scanned the river. He rose, the forest hawking over him. 28 thoughts on “ Scratch of Fuchsia. August 24, 2012 at 10:13 pm.

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Getting Home | Antonia Fenton

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Skip to primary content. September 6, 2012. Friday fictioneering photo prompt courtesy of Piya Singh and Madison Woods. And when you push this button here. They’d been moving rocks about for days, battling against gravity and the tendency for things to fall over. Don’t tell me. The wheel’ll go round and we’ll be back on Ganymede by sundown. A breeze kicked up and they glanced at each other as the wheel swayed a little before subsiding into the trickle they’d got feeding the energy pump. Poor chaps &#8211...

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Listen Up Readers… | Verba Mea Vita

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My life is words. Let it be and live through writing. Listen Up Readers…. Verba Mea Vita means “My life is words, or the words of my life” in Latin. In a sense this is ultimately true. As a writer, I think, eat, sleep, and breathe words. Without words and writing, where would our culture be? 8220;Sticks and stones have crushed many bones, but words started the wars of history.”. May the Force be with you. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Coco J. Ginger. Thank...