I write with my eyes like that of a painter, with my ears like that of a musician, with my feet like that of a dancer. I am the truthsayer with quill and torch. I write with my tongues on fire. I won't let the gags muffle my voice. No matter what I'll put my shit on the paper.
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Story by Meri
I Love Him
When is it called love? Is it on the first meeting? Is it on the first date? Is it on the first misunderstand...
