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- Chapter One: The Rose. Part one. at storywrite
In her world, everything was always the same. She got up every morning, dressed, ate what little breakfast her mother could scrounge for her and her older brother, and went into town to sell her goods, which consisted of the - Prolog: A Matter of Hours at storywrite
Eleven o'clock. One hour until the awaited time. He waited and waited, but the shaking in his arms and legs wouldn't stop. He was nervous, anyone would be faced with his duty. He had been waiting for hours for the sky to grow - I Don't Understand at allpoetry
I know that I can't trust in you
Why'de you have to say those things behind me - Run Away at allpoetry
I know there's something that I havn't said
It's always running through my head - Tonight at allpoetry
Is something whispered in the night
Is that what makes us feel alright
