I don't know why I write this. I don't remember when or why I picked my pen up. I don't know why I write this. I don't remember when or why I picked my pen up.

She paused. A little warmth returned momentarily, only to became cold again. She paused. A little warmth returned momentarily, only to became cold again.

"What is bothering you, dear? You don't scream for anything. Please, I am here to help. I promise." "What is bothering you, dear? You don't scream for anything. Please, I am here t...

I allowed them to grow, giving them bits of my heart, my brain, and my soul. I allowed them to grow, giving them bits of my heart, my brain, and my soul.

True love isn't unusual... Or is it? .. True love isn't unusual... Or is it? ..