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Feb 2014
The word sprang, hollowed from my throat, like the first rain drop after an everlasting drought. "Please."
Such a measly word attempted to encompass the myriad of emotions it was intended to portray. "Please."
You could clearly hear my vocal cords shaking, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
The same eyes that you once fell into, professed love for. The same eyes that had now proved to be an empty ocean.
"Please," was all I had said in that single pivotal moment in time, and silence was all that had answered it.
The same silence that now rings in my ears. The same silence you promised me would never surface.
The same silence that now defined all that we'll ever amount to.
"Please."
Taylor Ann Farrell
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Taylor Ann Farrell  Connecticut
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