Writing is the only way I know of how to make broken pieces of ourselves grow.
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Brave Soul
Those monsters scream at your doorstep during the awakening of storms and although the sun shines once more...
Just for Today
A defenseless hospice where I embrace my sharp edges. This book is full of emptiness, desolation, pain, and n...
Living with the Grim Reaper
That night, she died.
Luna was sixteen when a dangerously hot grim reaper accompanied her to the River of Pai...