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The disaster begins swiftly and suddenly as she narrowly escapes with some semblance of a life.
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The winged girl from the fire never ceases to escape her repetitious fate that appears to be delicately drawn to her while terror never fails to leave..
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The blur, the light, the smoke, the flames. I'd start from the beginning but there is none. There is nothing left but the fire that's destroying my ho..
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It's the last one, the last flower. In this mess of burnt land I find it. Blinded by tears still, however. I sit down, though with on my arms, legs, h..
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I am. . sad. My flower, it is dying. I need to keep is alive but I cannot. I cannot bother nature more than I have by bringing this flower to my tempo..
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II don't know what happened. The week was a blur of screams and tears. There's a pain in my back and my wings are numb and broken. I guess I was attac..
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I don't know how but I got out of the water, alive. I awaken, only to find myself in a familiar place. A burnt place. My mind glitches and brings back..
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He is a traitorI hear a deep voice tell me as I awaken from a light, soft sleep. It is raining. I tighten the bandage wrap on my arm after standing up..
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So what if they come back to their house thrashed, destroyed? They did the same to me, why would I care?"I'm a mess, aren't I?" I silently whisper. Th..
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I didn't do it! I. . I couldn't have! I. ."I did it" it feels like years since I've used my voice. As I look at my hands, full of blood, then the knif..
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