Words come like echoes in the night, filling my senses with promises of peace and light. Words guide my hand through emotions I cannot comprehend and to places I have never been. Words come like silence in the morning and take my thoughts beyond the dawning of awakened hope, fresh with new... Sign in to see full entry.
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