The swing swayed underneath the tree as the wind gently pushed through the field. I sat at the base of the tree, tangled in the roots, as I watched the birds fly around and back into their nest. Small chirping indicated that the baby birds had not yet left their home, and I smiled at the thought of the small creatures first leaping into the sky and flying. My hands twisted into the tall grass that surrounded me, and I breathed in the sweet smell of daisies as the breeze pushed their scent over to me.
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We're Broken People
Teen FictionThe asylum only makes her symptoms worse. Gwen lives horror and torture every day, and it seems that nothing can stop it. She's broken, in all the ways of the word, and the only thing keeping her alive is her friend, Xavier. He wants to escape with...
