Shakespare Stories

When you meet a boy and never know weather you will see him again i feel the pain too, why is an amazing story which will help you understand what i am feeling about this one boy named Brodie Simpson

The cries for help that go unheard scribbled on a piece of parchment. A torment of rage and sorrows, poor bleated paper parchment. Woe thy sorrows. The only indication of ever existence now burning in the incandescent flames. A torture far more worse than the eyes can witness - a breaking of the heart..