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The pillow, propped on top of my bed, was a washed out pink with all the depth of a French crepe.

By purplecompton, January 30, 2015.
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I tightly squeezed the soft pillow as I let the tears roll down my eyes. It was just a dream, nothing but a dream. I had no-one standing by my side. "Why?" I questioned as I looked at the off white pillow. I let a soft giggle escape. I was asking a pillow why my life was so miserable. I caressed its cotton cover and fell back to sleep. Awaiting another dream, or maybe this time it would be a nightmare.

By dhrishti, May 18, 2015.