Sometimes at night, she'd wait to hear the motorcycle down the street. She hoped it would come tonight. Not to take her away, but keep her feelings at bay. And there they would be. Just far enough to not get hurt.
I've always thought of writing as a special gift, something I was unsure I could ever do myself. Now I write frequently, and I'm finally convinced that writing is a fundamental part of me.
Let me have it. Tell me it's bad, tell me it's good, tell me to stop (that only makes me do it more), give me your input, your output and everything in between.
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