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Every night she goes into her room and sits with a pen and a notebook and stitches a piece of her heart onto each page.

A dozen black roses on a lonely grave feeling the chill of the snow again.

Where, dear, did your heart go? I left it on the floor.

Hello my home of sand and sea, how kind of you to welcome me.

Hi Honey, why don't you just take my hand?

Don't let me drown.

Autophobia: Fear of oneself.

Writing is the passion of the writer. It is what she cannot live without.

Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors.

We run along the shore like young children playing tag.