On Monday: I struggled to make up and double the effort that I tend to in school. I arrived home defeated, unnerved and depleted. I talked to my sister to chill. I withheld from her nothing – no secrets or bluffing. And then Tuesday night she was killed. I stand through opposition and my inhibitions: break free from this porcelain mold. If I’ve been forsaken and lost without breaken’, than it means I’m not china doll cold. I stand by the window remembering free flow, and wish that I could join you there. Forever alone and foretold was my sorrow, I chose not to listen, but live. 2008-02-16T02:43:43Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/18733 <p>yes you need to live on for all of us that love you with all our hearts.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/18733?basename=41490 2008-02-16T02:43:43Z Luuvvxiz_90 http://ficlets.com/authors/luuvvixiz_90 <p>Aww, honey. You amaze me ever time. You make something sad into something beautifully sad. I love you, Blossom. My friend, my sister.(Unfortunatelynot by blood. D:)</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/18733?basename=39029 2008-02-06T14:12:18Z Brebelles http://ficlets.com/authors/brebelles <p>I absolutely love your flow. So poetic.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/18733?basename=39020 2008-02-06T08:43:52Z A Joker http://ficlets.com/authors/user_4337