Unconditional love. A beautiful sentiment. The highest moral value. Those for whom you care, loving them with every inch of your body, every beat of …
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The past is the past. The past is in the past. Yet, it lingers on, branded into the mind, twine embracing those invisible, intangible things …
Originally published on the beautiful Sky’s Art Bucket. In the past, I was timid, quiet, easily overspoken. I gave an air of maturity that I …
Coffee. A smile. A facade from the disrespect. My eyelids bolted shut. Shutting out the past. Past tense. Before. Before you left, the smile was …