We had melancholy growing in our backyard alongside the row of dead lemon trees that guarded our house like a platoon of sour soldiers.

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I remember one Sunday praying there, with others around me, in silent meditation thinking “They don’t know that I want to die and won’t be here much longer.”

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She leaned over my shoulder, covered my ear, as though she were going to tell me a secret, and bit softly. A shock sliced through my core, every central organ, and slammed down in my lap with a rush.

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"I want to die."
Those were the words I wrote on the slip of paper at the reception
desk in the emergency room in May 2002. It sounded silly and
melodramatic even to my ears.
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She leaned over my shoulder, covered my ear, as though she were going to tell me a secret, and bit softly. A shock sliced through my core, every central organ, and slammed down in my lap with a rush.

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"The story you are about to read is my perception of what has
happened in my life. All of the events are true from my point of view..."

Metaphysical Girl by
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She wore her favorite housedress of pale yellow cotton with wild roses so faded, they hid demurely in their own pattern of green leaves.

Beyond the Screen Door by
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She wore her favorite housedress of pale yellow cotton with wild roses so faded, they hid demurely in their own pattern of green leaves.

Beyond the Screen Door by
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"She wore her favorite housedress of pale yellow cotton with wild roses so faded, they hid demurely in their own pattern of green leaves."

Beyond the Screen Door by
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