Far too many years, it seems, we held
tight to dreams - to growing old and
getting clean, to finding men,
and shattering ceilings.
Now grown, years are long,
no texts, no calls.
No birthday
wish, just
gone
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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This was so relatable. I'm sorry you experienced it as well π₯Ί