My heart hurts but I don't cry. I begin to feel sick but I don't know why. I begin to get lost in my own words as my thoughts fly around like wandering birds. When I call he doesn't answer, it just goes to voicemail. So now I feel alone and hopeless like a turtle in a shell. I thought I loved him but I know he doesn't love me. Once again I say to myself, this can't be.
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This Can't Be (On Hold)
Short StoryMeet 21 year old author, Tiffany Rein. She has it all; beauty, brains, and a skillful hand when it comes to writing. But there is more than just beauty underneath her face. Tiffany has a very dark past that she wants to write about and share with th...
