Babies are not supposed to die
You’re not weird. You don’t need to be fixed.
Love is like a well-perfected recipe. There is a certain balance, a mixture of different…
Upon entering, the cottage didn’t smell of children, nor heard were their bright voices of welcome. This morning I will leave it…
Why should I be surprised that
Our three million year old suicidalgenetic code is going as planned.Right on schedule.
You made me believe it wasn’t you causing distrust in my life.
A poem by Julia R. DeStefano
Playing House