my mind finds small corners to rest, when the day is too long, and my fortifude falls to short, i kiss the concrete, with inhalations of smoke and tears, my arms limp, beside my movement, walkin in the black of a mood, that swims over me, lost in the thoughts, that aren’t black and white,… Continue reading slipping
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I’ll Kill Again Chapter 4
Sheriff John Hammond knocked on the door of the most dilapidated house that he had ever seen. When Curtis Melville answered the door he spoke, “Hi Curtis. I need to ask you a few questions about yesterday.”
Panic Attacks
I read about somebody having panic attacks..I have the same thing , not so often though