Don’t you wish there was a word that exactly described the way you were feeling at its moment of intensity? Right now I’m feeling a sense in my chest of heaviness but not really heaviness. 465 more words
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Another one, gone.
Another young girl, dead.
Another cycle, repeated.
Maion was distraught. She had once again perished and died peacefully in her sleep. But for Maion, there could be no peace, for the guardian angel knew that she would be reborn again. 96 more words