I pick up my pen and write.
I write what I don't have the guts to say in person.
I write down the feelings I can't show.
I write about love and hate.
I write and write until my hand aches and I have tears running down my cheeks.
And when I'm done.
I'll watch it all go up in flames.
Some things are just better left unspoken, or in this case, unread.
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Unspoken
Teen FictionSixteen-year old Olivia Grey has gotten the idea of writing letters. Every letter addressed to a different person and in those letters she’ll tell all, she’ll be brave and courageous and she’ll get everything off her chest and then when she’s done...
