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Jenna Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 180 |
It's that familiar vibe that I can always sense There doesn't have to be sound or actions or even movement. But still I know it's there. A monster is about to be unleashed let out from the cage where it's anger has been simmering and where it's victims are sure to pay. I need to hide my instinct is to run and never look back. My heart is pounding waves of fear hit me with force knocking me off guard and making me lose my way. I'm lost. I look desperately for escape routes but there are none, I'm counting down the seconds that I hear you, That familar noise, the sound which brings so much hurt and destruction. The voice of my mother who bleeds me dry in a way like no other. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhJenna~ This reads very troubling and sad~ I think of just how much I would love to once again hear the voice of my mother ... and it saddens me to think that you pen a dread at hearing yours~:hug: *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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