Not all stories were true. Some of them are lies.. Lies that hid the truth. That are just waiting to be told. Other stories were also waiting in line, Stories that hid deep in mines, Waiting for their turn. As my heart continues to burn, My desires ignite In each letter.. I write. A/N: A HUMSS student who's brain has it's own little secrets. Wattpad is her paper. The heart is her pen. And blood is her ink.All Rights Reserved