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Stories by Anna
half empty
every piece you'll read
is a broken part of my soul and body
written on a piece of paper.
me on paper.
Untitled Story
He was standing in front of her, arms crossed and jaw clenched tight.
"What do you want?"
His voice...
High On Him
You know what they say about pierced ears, tattooed bodies and self-absorbed personalities? They are never go...