Why I wrote this book, the way I did…it didn’t happen overnight, it wasn’t a continuous story, it was a page turner….it was one moment after another moment.

12 Oct


One moment that lead to another  moment, another broken moment, to another broken moment.

It was moments like this that caused me to bleed red in my heart. He took the gentleness of my heart. I was in loved and I believe in him.

A bleeding heart show up everywhere and it stains. It also may bring a stench that is evident. My smile was only a disguise that hid the scars of my embedded frown.

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