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To me, myself and myself, I was ready for war. When I got to the location, the build had no one. There was nothing in there, I searched until I got Black Jesus`s phone itself. Damn, they played me. I received a call from mom, “My son, your Dad…us.” “Mom, I can`t hear you. You are cutting this side.” “Your Dad has…” “Pardon?” This time, I pardoned not because I couldn’t hear her. I wanted her to say it for the last time. Her words didn’t change. Dad is no more.

Kalil It was Saturday morning and I hadn’t spoken to or seen Mak since she left the club on Wednesday. She wouldn’t answer my calls or texts on Thursday and yesterday, she sent me the lyrics to a song. She said it was by Jeremih. “If it looks this good, I wonder how it tastes; baby if I touch your body, would you scream my name; would you whisper to me it’s yours; girl you smell so gentle and pure, you control my senses.”

She spoke carefully, "Miss, could you please lend me your phone? I want to call my daddy." The kind nurse handed her the phone. As soon as the call connected, Lily desperately pleaded, "Daddy, please come save Mommy. She…" Half an hour ago, the postpartum care center I was staying in had caught fire. The fire spread quickly at the time. I held my newborn baby in one arm while gripping Lily's hand with the other. I told her to run ahead and find her father, Stanley Atkinson, to tell him to come save me. I thought she would be too scared to remember, but she had remembered my words clearly.

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful If only you saw what I can see You'll understand why I want you so desperately Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh That's what makes you beautiful,” As I sang the last chorus I dip two slices of the homemade bread that I baked earlier this morning and cut two thin slices off the loaf. I placed them in the pan and my next jam began to play. ‘Closer,’ by Chainsmokers. I flipped the bread so it could cook on the side. I also sprinkled a tad bit more cinnamon on each side before heating them up. I move my hips to

Then it hit me, I may not have the words, but I know who does. I looked at my mom and said, “I will apologize in advance for what I am about to do, but Dr. Lynn says talking to Nikki could help her to wake up and I have been talking to her, but I have run out of things to say…” Mom looked at me confused but just nodded in encouragement. So I took a deep breath and began singing our song; ‘Don’t Give Up On Me’ by Andy Grammer, “…I will stay, I will stay with you. We’ll make it through the other side, like lovers do. I’ll reach my hands out in the dark, and wait for yours to interlock, I’ll wait for you Cause I’m not giving up, I’m not giving up no not yet. Even when I’m down to my last breath

“Did something happen? Is Dad okay?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his top drawer and pulled out an iPad. He slid it across the polished wood of the desk until it tapped against my knuckles. “Press play,” he commanded. I frowned, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit the center of the screen. The video was high-definition. It wasn’t a grainy cell phone clip; it was clear as day. It was the club. The lights were neon pink and deep violet, piercing through the smoke.

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

It isn’t long before we are dancing while cooking. “Oh, we've got to hold on, ready or not You live for the fight when it's all that you've got Woah, we're halfway there Woah, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it I swear Woah, livin' on a prayer” I sing loudly and, if I’m honest, a little out of key too. But I feel free, and I feel good. Cleaning in the evenings has taught me a lot about diverse types of music. Music is good for the soul; it’s healing and soothing.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.