The fear in my soul is cold, lonely and desolate. It creeps through my body, starting in my stomach then rolling outward."
Rye, Today Only
Author: Derinda Love
The fear in my soul is cold, lonely and desolate. It creeps through my body, starting in my stomach then rolling outward."
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