My arms were supposed to be solace, gathering her soft flesh and salty tears. But she couldn’t feel my warmth. The cold from her pain was deeper than my reach.
Empty Touch
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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a bad driver with a record to prove it, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, the result of my mother losing her virginity, easily excitable, a lover of music, a pretty shit liar, late to any event no matter what, myself without apology. View all posts by Amber💘
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