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I have a heart that beats incessantly loud. It demands attention. It cries for an answer. It pleads with the shadows “Why? Why? Why?&..

a journal from long, long ago

Pretty little girl crying in bed Who, my darling, made you oh so sad? Was it the man across the street who gazed upon you with unwavering eye..

I’ve stained my hands They are covered in his blood I scrub them under hot water until they are bruised and red But still I feel hi..

Words flow from my pen like water from a faucet Sometimes hot Sometimes cold It may take some time warm up, but once I get started..

She knew he was a monster, but did that mean she couldn't love him?

Love like this only exists in dreams.

If you've been there you know. If you haven't you could never understand.