torment
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My heart is not broken. It still beats normally. It is my mind that is a mess. A nest of “if, then, why, what” thoughts. Questions that never stop. Why did you leave? If only I did this, rather than that! How can I restore that which was lost? Can what is lost be salvaged?…
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Once the devil had a slow day. The fires of hell were burning well, chained souls shoveling coal and nuclear waste to maintain its fires. All the demons and politicians in training occupied and focused on tormenting the souls in their care. The devil looked at his domain and felt fine. He walked the rows…
Tales from my head 