Death and Fragility

I collapsed in front of my locker, and black teenage mascara tears drip-stained my knees.  A group of dry-eyed friends tried patting me, hugging me, pulling on me, and cajoling me with soft words, but I could barely see them.  All I could think about was him.  How could the one person who listened to... Continue Reading →

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