Published by Ryan Stone
Ryan Stone writes after midnight. His short fiction and poetry have appeared in publications including Eunoia Review, The Drabble, Algebra of Owls and Silver Birch Press and won prizes in a number of competitions at venues including Grindstone, Writer Advice, Goodreads, Writers’ Forum Magazine and Poetry Nook. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.
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It surely is, burdensme, to carry something so very, heavy alone, and, when you let it all go, you will feel, that you can, finally, breathe much, easier, and yet, more often than not, we carry these, burdens, alone on our own, with, no one to help lighten the load, and, we get, CRUSHED and, we fall, ill.
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💙💙💙 thank you
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Beautiful, Ryan. This one brought tears.
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Thank you, dear Sarah 🌻
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I felt this in the space between my ribs. ❤️🩹
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Thank you, Michelle. Glad it found a home 🌻
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