Tasha-Rae

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StoryCool-Aid Memories Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryChanges In Time Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryBurnt Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryBreakfast In Bed Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryBest Friend Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryAre We Really Through Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryAlone On The Dock Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StoryA Misfit Tasha-Rae011 years 4 months ago
StorySomething you Cherish Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryLove You In Time Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StorySelf Defensive Love Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryTurn To Tell Me Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryMake Fun Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryLife Long Sentence Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryOn My Knees Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryKnow Me Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryNot Loyal Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe trees and the wind Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryPiercing Heart Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryThis World Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryStarting To Bleed Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryReflection Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StorySoldier Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryOzzy Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago
StoryHeaven Truly Exhists Tasha-Rae011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Something you Cherish

It doesn't matter how well you write, it doesn't matter what other people do well. If something makes you happy, then don't let them tear it away from you. See people try to bend and break things, try to make themselves better to please other people. If something makes you happy, then stick to it, your work is good. Don't begin to be like me, and hide it away. Store it in a hole.

Cool-Aid Memories

Sipping my cool-aid Listening to some tunes Typing on my typewriter But thinking of you Frustration at ink Butterscotch at hand And an old picture To remind me hold on Silly faces and laughs

Changes In Time

Forgiveness and moving on It sounds great But the journey is hard to take Hearts will break And tears will fall Forgetting is hard and may not happen at all But be strong and believe And if your heart is true

Breakfast In Bed

Bed in breakfast, My daughter at my side And then she whispers to me, "Mommy, why do people die?" I didn't know what to say, all I could do was cry. And shee took my hand in hers, "Mommy it will all be fine."

Heaven Truly Exhists

She was in a white dress that day And it blew in the wind As she motioned me towards her Everything got cold Around her head it glowed And she was filled with loving light But she was so very little

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