For six years my feelings for him had been frozen. I saw him again. I saw Risk in Chance’s clothing. I saw Misery but he looked like Hope. 87 more words
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Life is not meant to be lived just once because there are stories that die to live again.
Sometimes, things fall apart and the mountain of hope crumbles leaving you in shackles of nothingness as you fall in a bottomless pit that drowns you in a tear of regrets. 491 more words