A LIFE WE NEVER SHARED

Kimberly Flanagan
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

In my hand is a glass bottle…
Filled with all the things I want to say and all the love I want to give and all the memories that we have yet to make.
The bottle is overflowing and becoming heavier and heavier with every day that passes.

I know that someday this bottle is going to break, my hands will bleed and all that will be left will be the bloodstained remnants of a life we never shared.

Kimberly Flanagan

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Saving the world one post at a time. flanagan.kimberley418@gmail.com

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