The cleaning shrew

He woke up with a startle and was instantly put into a foul mood. He hadn't meant to fall asleep next to her, but she had that effect on him. As he looked around the room, his anger grew. She had done it again. Nothing was where he had left it. All the papers that... Continue Reading →

Poem 1

My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →

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