Perpetually Exhausted
Simultaneously Curious
Tormented Writer
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Stories by Tinaré
I miss her
Her vicious red curls that bounced with every slight movement. She had eyes that froze time, intense and cool...
What it's like to forget
It was his priceless, precious smile.
Butterflies
Living in a constant tangle of memories a tortured soul is unable to escape outside the four white walls.