- Reads 75
- Votes 2
- Parts 3
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jun 01, 2014
She knows it's stupid. It's only been a week. She knows it's irrational. But here she sits. She knows nothing will come of it. But her pen glides across the paper. Somewhere in her subconcious, she hopes it works. Yet the pen still increases in speed, carving inked dreams into the paper.All Rights Reserved
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