Chapter 3 Confession

[uhlisuh]

The silence drowned out everything as any other noise would have. The darkness filled and crept to every corner that light could not travel to, echoing the troubles of the past. Each flame of every flickering candle was lit willingly. Love is not something taught or found in any textbook. Love is willingness to endure, love is a willingness to

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richie

[anonymous]

alissa!!! your writin rocks!!! jeez! i love the way u elegently combine all these adjectives and sentences together. i read all ur entries all the time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! iono what else to write..ok..yea! awesome! keep it up!!! =)