I hold my pen in front of my papers, trying to write, but I cannot, so I pick up my laptop. So many letters on the keyboard that I see them […]
The bars of the prison cell door tightened their grip on my heart, squeezed strength out of it and imprisoned my soul in the depths of hell. My eyes rolled […]
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