April 30
I am a reflection of her. The soft brown of her eyes filled with adventure and wonder for what the world has to offer. Burnt sun piled on her head in a messy bun, it's just how I wear mine.....Vampire she cried, and no one listened, she fell apart over what that rogue did to her, unable to accept whats lurking in the night. *Laying my pencil down and just looking at her* I know momma, VAMPIRE...it's ok, rest now...
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