Yes, I want to be with her. I don't know what happened or why we were brought together like this, but I can't let her go. I can't let this go. She is like a witch, the devil. Why am I so happy with her? I can't hid it, it's written all over my face whenever … Continue reading She broke me… 1
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When writing becomes more than a hobby
More and more these days I'm referring to my writing as my second job. Not because I look at it with discontent but because I want others to look at my writing time with respect and understanding. I know many of you writers feel the same, where your friends and family don't understand why you … Continue reading When writing becomes more than a hobby
Thinking out loud 