IntroA Chapter by Moon-ChildMirrorsCan you hear it?
Slowly making its final
descent, delivering to my organs its final taste of what it means to thrive. Can you hear my final
breath? So paper thin and rugged
that I wonder if it counts as it passes my lips. Can you see it? The twilight lights that
loom before me, beckoning me. No, you can’t, because
you live. © 2013 Moon-ChildAuthor's Note
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Added on June 5, 2013 Last Updated on June 7, 2013 Previous Versions AuthorMoon-Child?AboutThe four most true things about myself: I'm 12, I'm a gal, I find writing to be close in comparison to breathing, And I despise sun shine! --------------------------------------------------------.. more..Writing
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