Reinventing herself one day at a time.
Hello, goodbye Pretty hazel eyes. Golden tones of summer sun, But you are gone once summer is done. Can't I keep you here, just a little longer?
By Jessica Yaddow5 years ago in Poets
I lay on the floor gasping for air, screaming silently. I was sure I was going to die. He outweighed me by at least sixty pounds. I couldn't move. I felt my airways closing.
By Jessica Yaddow7 years ago in Viva