The things I write can’t be spoken. At least, I don’t know how to form the words. A person wise beyond her age showed me the release of writing. The joy, the happiness and the sorrow it brings. With this person in mind, my story begins.
The things I write can’t be spoken. At least, I don’t know how to form the words. A person wise beyond her age showed me the release of writing. The joy, the happiness and the sorrow it brings. With this person in mind, my story begins.
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