Abigail Rose

Writing helps me heal. 

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9 months ago
Focus on the memories, the ones filled with joyous things. Focus on the way it all felt, focus on the memory, the memory of your mothers heartbeat; the strong rhythmic thud against your ear. Focus on ...
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10 months ago
My heart is tattered and torn, and you told me that you couldn't be around me anymore. So I submerged myself into the words, because it was my way of escaping your memory, of escaping the way you made...
10 months ago
I will never understand how you could choose your spouse over your own flesh and blood. She is your daughter and somehow it feels as if that never mattered to you. The moment you sympathized with our ...
You'll Know Me
a year ago
You'll find me by the water, in the trees, surrounded by the wildness. You'll find me in the sunsets, smiles, love, the sun, and that which surrounds you. You'll see me out in the great unknown, explo...
a year ago
For most, sleeping is a time of relaxation and utter bliss. For me, it's a terrifying way of reminding me, that I have to face my inevitable, iniquity of a psyche. Every night, I try to do everything ...
Forgetting You
a year ago
Last night I almost forgot your name, and the way your lips felt pressed against my own. I started to forget the way your name seemed to taste rolling off of my tongue; sweet, passionate, and lovely. ...