Why is it that when it’s finally time to write, my mind goes completely blank? I always seem to have the best ideas when I’m nowhere near my computer or notebook.
I finally understand why God didn’t let him and me work out. Not only were we two twenty-somethings who had never had a real relationship or known what it truly meant to love and be loved, but we also
I packed up my belongings and moved to the big city, The Big Apple, as they call it. No clear plans, no real guidance, just hopes and dreams. My family is over a thousand miles away, scattered across
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