the dark the dark August 18, 2017 by Preacher's Daughter The dark was my light. It kept me grounded and centered. The darkness quieted the noise of my chaotic life. I didn’t hear my parents fighting or my siblings screaming. The dark was my home. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditLinkedInEmailTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
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