Life is Like a Puzzle |
It's not the destination, it's the walk to it...My journey into the writing world
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Anneliese
On the night of November 9, 1938, everything in Germany changed. I run to my window. There are people everywhere. What are they doing?...

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THE CHILD WITHIN It was in the moonlight that I saw him, a man younger than my father, sent on laughter brought by the sight...
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When moonlight calls I’ll be there When the rain falls I’ll be there It’s not my duty, it’s my goal It’s not my fault, it’s ...
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I’m starting to learn that reality is a fickle thing. The truth can be distorted, stretched into new dimensions and not many can see it fo...
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