Something about bedrooms with little hidden away nooks or split levels just really gets me
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why aren’t there synonyms for “me”
because there’s no one else like you
that was surprisingly adorable
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I went out for coffee today with a friend of mine.
I reached over to hand him something, my sleeve pulled back and he noticed some cuts on my wrist. he looked at me, but didn’t say anything.
later on, we were just sitting on a park bench, and he reached into his bag and pulled out this wrist band. it says survivors of suicide.
he put it over my wrist, closed his hand around mine, looked me in the eye and told me that life gets better.
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