When your frail, your bones fragile, like a sculpture of fragmented glass, when your organs start to fail, your heart beating erratically, and the body that's sustained you all your years begins to break. In between the pages of a book, can you once again find a youth that once upon a time you called your own.
- IscrittoNovember 18, 2014
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Prisoner Of War
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Olivia Rose Balckmore is the future queen of Bumare. Olivia has been trained since birth to be the queen her...

Words of the Soul and Mind
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Who are you and who do you wish to become?
You lurk in the shadows,
Yet bathe in the sun.
What's your p...