I can feel you slipping through my fingers and I'm helpless to it
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
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I can feel you slipping through my fingers and I'm helpless to it
