“Wounds to the soul didn't just bleed; they ate at your very being. They fed on everything good, everything right, until you were hollow.” — Sadie Allen Copy Share Image
“When you put labels on someone, it's like sticking them in a box with no air holes until they slowly suffocate. People aren't just… — Sadie Allen Copy Share Image
“He smiled, and instead of the usual butterflies, it felt like a flock of pigeons were flapping in my tummy.” — Sadie Allen Copy Share Image
“Wounds to the soul didn't just bleed; they ate at your very being. They fed on everything good, everything right, until you were hollow.” — Sadie Allen Copy Share Image
“I tried to visualize my happy place - a beach with warm, white sand and sparkling, clear blue water. However, the only blue I… — Sadie Allen Copy Share Image
