25/03/18
She was dark and light in a never-ending battle; she was stars gleaming hope in the blackest of night, and she was the dark ash of depression on a sun-kissed day. She was blood and she was fury and she was regret and she was strength and she was love and she was true.
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Originally posted on the Stories_of_Vernada joint-account :)
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