sammilyna

“The devil couldn’t reach me.” He laughed. 
          	“He did."
          	"How?" 
          	"He wore your face.”
          	When you look into the eyes of the man you love, do you see your future, or your past mistakes?
          	In THE DEVIL COULDN'T REACH ME, I met a man who looked like an answer, but was truly a mirror. He knew my silence, he broke my stillness, and he convinced me that giving up my voice was the same as being loved.
          	This is for anyone who has confused comfort with control.
          	
          	I just published "Chapter 2: He Broke My Silence
          	" of my story "The Devil Couldn't Reach Me". https://www.wattpad.com/1594872541?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=sammilyna

sammilyna

“The devil couldn’t reach me.” He laughed. 
          “He did."
          "How?" 
          "He wore your face.”
          When you look into the eyes of the man you love, do you see your future, or your past mistakes?
          In THE DEVIL COULDN'T REACH ME, I met a man who looked like an answer, but was truly a mirror. He knew my silence, he broke my stillness, and he convinced me that giving up my voice was the same as being loved.
          This is for anyone who has confused comfort with control.
          
          I just published "Chapter 2: He Broke My Silence
          " of my story "The Devil Couldn't Reach Me". https://www.wattpad.com/1594872541?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=sammilyna