As a kid I was told it was only an imaginary friend. That every kid has one. It was nothing but just a figment of an imagination. Nothing else. How could they not see my little friend? My friend was always by my side. Everywhere I did go.
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https://mysteriesbyrose.wordpress.com/2024/10/27/say-hello-to-my-little-friend/

The Ghost’s Town

Reverend, I did not confess
So, I lay in uneasy rest
Until duty called
in Miracle

Bloody are the streets that I stalk,
In the burnt trees, red-eyed crows flock
Bloodier still is
Soiled Miracle

Every citizen, full of sin
My knife doesn't know where to begin
Carving the cancer
of Miracle

Eager blade sings with every slice
Every reaped life fulfills my price
Silence settles on
Doomed Miracle

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It had all seemed so important. Everything that had to be accomplished. Now means nothing. All that hard work and endless work hours for a career. Missed birthday parties and date nights. Important dates were only next deadline.
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https://mysteriesbyrose.wordpress.com/2024/10/09/none-of-that-matter/

To feel belonging back there. Even when I know. It is just site of so many past little deaths. And heart breaks. How many times my heart needs to break in your hands?

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https://mysteriesbyrose.wordpress.com/2023/12/09/these-little-deaths/