It was my grace and my broken Halo that began the story, and it was my venom and horns that ended it.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
Halos and Horns
It was my grace and my broken Halo that began the story, and it was my venom and horns that ended it.
