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I remember your laughter the pitter patter of your tiny feet the small fingers that curled around mine curious eyes searching and smiling at me the soft curls that refused to lay flat and tears that would want only me for comfort I stay for those moments when you still need me the nights when
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Woe is me I am lying here in my misery Waiting for you to notice me Shrouded in lace and webs I am laying here lost in my own internal dread Watching, waiting, impatient but staying crying out for you to see me the sound so loud it reverberates against the walls and you still
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My brain is fried and my body is tired I sit here pondering your absence the quiet reminds me of how you left my heart black and bruised oh to be used by the one that you once loved. How could such a thing be true? How could all of this pain be left inside
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I never really wanted to say goodbye All I ever wanted was to be the one who one day with which you die. With Love, GV Rioz
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She was beautiful just sitting there in the coffee shop her long hair surrounding her like a shield. Silver laptop open and purple headphones that covered her ears she never looked directly towards me but I felt comfort when she was near. I, sitting on the other end of the shop, am working on a
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Set your story before dawn or after midnight. Your character is awake for a specific reason. Posted in Short Story on Aug 8, 2025 https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/geneva-rioz/ I can hear the birds chirping quietly outside even though the sun has not deigned to rise. Here I lay waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not quite sure. My mind seems to
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