I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me
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#11: Dear Cyanide”
Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later. It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”
Faith Taryn Davies 