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Karens chapter


Karens chapter

In the beginning there was darkness and darkness was right. Darkness fit me like my favorite knitted sweater it this kind of darkness smelled like sorta like vodka and covered my gray eyes, shaky hands and tired feet. Silly me thought the darkness was obtainable but then there were sirens there was my mother face looming over mine.BAM ambulance.BAM hospital .There was no time, after my attempt not a middle and clearly not an end but there I laid surrounded by 4 egg shell white walls of a hospital room, so I closed my eyes,let a stream of consciousness fill the empty space between me and the gloomy clouds out my window. Days passed in this state then months at Northville I felt disgust waking up with screw ups each morning no matter how many interesting events took place in the lunnie ward . In the back of my mind while choosing my milk and fruit every morning ,I thought damn im surrounded by failures .People who failed at ending their lives .I was a failure .I failed.7 letters bummed aroung in my brain as i shuffed about.F.A.I.L.E.D.

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maryschrist
<p>karens chapter #2</p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-626ce887-ec1a-c130-10eb-8fc7b1d53dbf" style="line-height: 2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent;">Karen closed her dairy and flopped out for the desk chair and onto her bed .she looked up at the ceiling and tried to concentrated but he brow furrowed and her eyes welled up fat tears rolled of her cheeks and furiously wiped them away .I can&rsquo;t let myself get down like this she said out loud to the rumpled comforter stretched out under her. She said it again louder. I CAN&rsquo;T LET&hellip;.. her voice faltered and gave way .</span></p>

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