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living
The year between Casey and Marc is like one of those nightmares you know isn’t real, but from which you can’t wake, and even if you do, you have to stay awake because you know falling asleep means falling back into the same house of horrors, but you’re so tired…
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sick to death
I’m sick to death of cancer. Talking about it. Knowing about it. Watching people I know die slowly of it. Talking about cancer has become a cancer and sometimes it’s a struggle not to let it devour me. We’re “celebrating” cancer awareness week at school and people are dressing up…
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better
For a long time, I was better. Maybe it was the counseling. Or the meds. Or the cocoon of safety my family provided me. Maybe it was the daily run in the middle of summer in Texas, when the heat lanced all feelings straight from the wound. Maybe it was…
Michelle Underwood 