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Old 11-10-2017, 02:49 AM
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So sorry then, were anna’s thoughts a tad edgy for this mellow site, was her lack of visible thanks an indication that she somehow didn’t mull over their words and appreciate their worth, those characters then, the hippos, the graces, blue, loser, brave newbies ‘hiya!’, the boys at the bar, lucky jim next to him. Simply that little blue ‘thanks’ button wouldn’t work however much she willed it, which was a blessing really because she liked the babble of it all. Humanity. And her life was edgy, perched on an edge, edge of oblivion no fiction required. A hair’s breadth away from losing it all, no really, can you imagine having nothing but this moment then, to treasure the now. But the true heartbreak was in finding herself in the depth of mirror-still unchartered waters, reaching a point of wondering if somehow that innate strength to survive, to leap back up, fight on yet again through adversity had silently forsaken her. Anna traced her fingers lightly across fleas shoulder blades, thanked her virtual friend for his company with a brush of his cheek and a gentle smile through the ether as he busied on in his day then, and as suddenly as anna had entered the moment she was gone.


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