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Linaonly
Apr 01, 2017 10:53PM
So under the dim candle,Pen trembling in handsI wrote DownMy fearsAnd hopes And he told meThat voice...that a writer is magicalScribbling life down in ink #thabrainView all Conversations
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Hands of gold
He stood in the doorway. He always used his authority to get what he wanted and right now, what he wanted was me.
"Come here Isle."
My eyes never left the book I was reading. If I was going to survive I...
