Don't Hold my HandDon't Hold My Hand.Don't Hold my Hand
Preface.
I stared out into the vast forest, the dark dense foliage completely encompassing the area surrounding me. I took a deep breath, though I honestly didn't need to, smelling all the flowers: rhododendrons, bleeding hearts, irises. All of these flowers seemed to encircle the house, I pursed my lips in a sour sort of way.
Hearing footsteps come up behind me I sighed, How did it come to this? I asked myself.
"I have no idea," A voice came from behind me and I rolled my eyes.
"Edward--how many times have I told you not to read my t
w/ love ;D
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~Living in a world where Blood is Currency, Death is the Price,
Smelling first-class just turns out to be my Vice~
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MY ART IS THE FECES THAT GETS PRODUCED WHEN SHAME EATS TOO MUCH STUPIDITY!!!
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