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A Story by Jillian C.


One day she awoke with him at her bedside.His hand softly brushing her wet cheek."Do not shed these tears my dear. The sight of them bring me much ang..
Were we too late?

Were we too late?

A Poem by Jillian C.


At that time thosewords,those feelings,they had meaning.How can something suddenly not have meaning anymore?Did they only count for that time?Is that ..