Let your feet touch the sand,
Let the water caress your body,
Let the salty wind go through your hair,
and listen to waves clash,
and reach the shore,
as the infinite sea calms your soul
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Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
