I write in the dark, when everyone else is asleep. Words are my only witnesses. Here I leave pieces of my soul, but you'll never find my face.
My stories once really happened, but there are no names in them, and everything is deliberately changed - sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
I love all my readers and look forward to your comments. I'll try to put my whole heart into this... if anyone even needs it.
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Stories by DeepFeelingsAnon
The Silken Voice That Didn't Ask P...
After twenty-five years of quiet, steady love - through emigration, hard work, small joys, and everyday storm...
Šilkinis balsas, kuris neprašė lei...
Po dvidešimt penkerių metų tylios, tvirtos meilės - per emigraciją, sunkų darbą, mažus džiaugsmus ir kasdiene...
La voce di seta che non ha chiesto...
Dopo venticinque anni di amore silenzioso e saldo - attraverso l'emigrazione, il lavoro duro, le piccole gioi...