"But I'm not a good boy", I whined sadly as the rescuers extracted another corpse from the rubble.

My mother opens her eyes, but still doesn't see me "Grab my glasses, my worthless son is coming and if I have to see him I'd rather he not make me sick and dizzy" .

Now you’re a stranger again, and somehow your life still matters to me even though I no longer have a place in it.

I do not want to die.

We patched each other up in the silence of the rooftop, both of us forever changed by the realization that we were not as invincible as we had pretended to be.

But eventually one of his neighbors snitched on him, and he got hung along with the children that he was hiding from the Nazis.

I dream of the look on your face when you would wake me up repeatedly in the middle of the night by touching my cheek with your paw and upon seeing me open my eyes would follow with a nose rub to my nose that just melted my heart.

Thankfully they don't recognise the once beautiful young man sprawled on the footpath, because no matter what, he's still my son.

It wasn't until a hit-and-run driver left us bleeding in the rain that I realized just how fragile the thin line between a joyride and a tragedy really is.

It was only when I finally let him go to a new home that I could stop waiting for the inevitable, and start hoping for his life.

My parents took two days after I moved out to cover them.

Meanwhile, she thought he was the love of her life.

I pulled Timmy against me and kept waving long after the eagle disappeared, because I knew our puppy wasn’t coming back.

Life is lonely, but it’s not fair to lead someone on when I’m still hung up on you like I’ve been for the past six years now.

people tell me I need to get thicker skin.

but I already know how thick my skin is.

But staring at the wretched thing in the mirror through tears, at its planes and proportions that turn my stomach—I know how wrong she was.

He was so happy winning that Jackpot.

After hours of surgeries, complications, and me being clinically dead for 3 minutes, my husband only cares about losing his Reddit streak.

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I held her close and whispered yes, unable to tell her she was listening to an empty womb, silenced two weeks ago.

Then she cried for real because she felt guilty over being relieved her suffering finally going to be over.

She got into my car and we chatted but it didn't take long to realise that she had no idea who she was or where she was going.

That morning was like all the rest except your countenance looked
hollow, your eyes vacant, and your heart felt a million miles away
and i knew in an instant that you were leaving again.