Vermin of the night, living in cracks in the walls and holes in the floor- the lepers of contemporary society: junkies. That exactly was she was. After a near-fatal overdose, Summer is admitted to the hospital and visited by a messenger of her wealthy father who bears the news of redemption. Or h...
Hiding the truth of one's ill health to a loved one because we do not want them to feel remorse and treat us like eggs is often not the best decision. we should tell them,so that our last days on earth be filled with love and not regret after our passing
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This poem is about that person who you can't get off you're mind the person who consumes all of you so much in fact you began to think of them as a nightmare.It's also how about denail itself is a nightmare to live through.
I wrote the my brother and I had these thoughts for each other and I justthink he should know that it's okay to except it for what it is and that it's okay for us to love each other a little more than usual.