falling at the edge of my soulstice, gripping tightly; avoiding the evanesce of who I truly was.
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Stories by tina
In Silence, I Heard You
Though he can not hear any sound, she became his favorite melody.
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Letters From Yesterday
18 years of existence; 18 envelopes of letters.
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What Went Unspoken
the pause that said everything; the silence that meant words.
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