The broken glass was biting into her skin, she would have shifted to try to stop it, but it was everywhere. Like a sea of shattered dreams, and...
It's sort of a toss up for me. I like some stuff, and I don't like others. Usually I like what I write, I just am afraid that others won't...
Yes, two of them, sorta. They're both still in works for two different story. They're just songs that inspire me while writing the story,...
I just feel like writing is in my blood. Just a part of me, and when I get an idea the only way I know how to express it is through writing...
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