Their chaotic thoughts and exaggerated heartbeats were the only things louder than the echo from their feet slapping the coarse ground. It was well past midnight...
I can see the chaos around me but I hear nothing. I want to hear the words leaving the mouths on the faces that I can...
237 weeks… Two. Hundred. And. Thirty. Seven weeks since I looked into those big eyes that give me hope. From the first time I heard the...
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