His eyes were weary and echoed a tortured past that few would believe possible.
“You shouldn’t trouble yourself with me.”
He turned and walked out of my life, leaving me there to wonder.
Beneath the regular writers sits a young girl, pen trembling in her hand. She tries to put words on paper, but nothing comes out but painfully choppy verse. She drops the pen, looking up at the regulars in their creative ... Read Bio
His eyes were weary and echoed a tortured past that few would believe possible.
“You shouldn’t trouble yourself with me.”
He turned and walked out of my life, leaving me there to wonder.
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