Gender inequality and discrimination, is rape still justified?
It was like white noise, there was a lot of it but felt strangely normal.
On the darkest day of December, I felt at peace, A steaming cup of coffee and a purple diary, I set to write, The stars are
"We will meet here every year on this date and at the same time, no matter what." All friendships have a different way of
Slowly it crept through the open wounds, Sucking the life out of her. Her dark, dull eyes shadowed with under eye bags, So devoid of life