Last Night with the Stars – Prose

What if tonight's the last night I talk to stars, What if it's the last one I breathe through? Would anyone care? Would anyone notice? Would anyone count, The last of my breaths? Would it matter, if I am no more? Or would it be a burden, gone off everyone's souls? Would anyone care if [...]

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Snippets From my Diary; The Mother Hen

​​I was a good child. Never too demanding. A rather caring one. As I grew up, that trait became more of an instinct. I would know when someone was going through a hard time. I would know when someone was hiding a dark secret. I would know when someone had cried the night before. I [...]