I have always aspired to be a writer, always wanted to have the words that draws in the reader, but I could never say anything just right it was all always wrong. But the freedom I have gained through the wisdom that I have acquired has sent me on an upper ward spiral of happiness. Words have given me the outlet to express my feeling to tell, no yell the truth to all who listen. But words are the most dangerous weapons ever created. They can be your saviour, but also your devil. Words can make you stronger, but yet make you so weak. Be careful what you write, for it might become true.
- Bismarck, North Dakota
- Se ha unidoDecember 22, 2016
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Historias de Cassandra J. Wolverton
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