I write to create a little pocket of peace and hope
I read because I fear I have no real personality
I run to calm the constant onslaught of thoughts
I trust that the adorableness of bunnies and grace of butterflies is God's way of sprinkling a little touch of heaven to heal our hurt
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Histoires par Cassie
Break of Day
"When words struck like metaphorical daggers, sirens of the sea, serenaded with songs of sorrow. But, my...
Lost To Time
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree.
The wounds remain.
In time, the mind, prot...
The Cruellest Weapon
"In the tapestry of our lives, duty weaves its intricate threads, entwining our hearts in a web of oblig...