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Stories by sol hiraeth
We Loved Like Wounds
some loves don't fade. they stay open, like wounds that never learned to heal.
written in taglish
Letters For My Mother
Letters for My Mother is a collection of letters from a daughter who loves her mother but is also angry at he...
Play For Me
A mafia.
A pianist.
That night, she played for the devil they all feared.
And in return, he made sure she wou...