Lost at Sea
Imagine being lost in the vastness of nothing.
I am lost, no hope
Coldness and despair fills me,
I am lost, please help.
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Daniel Millington
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Fiction
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You know, this is simple but the pleading in it made me feel the agony of being left. Its clarity is in its simplicity.
Wow!!!