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To strike a deal with a corrupted businessman is like striking a deal with the devil-a temporary wish can be granted, but the consequences will always, consistently catch you.

Ophelia wished she was a free bird-one as vibrant as the color of blood, that could fly away from the world. The brief thoughts of Ophelia in the hands of death - A Shakespearean tragedy.

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

Chapter One of a story of a fighter in a city

a story of a life of a girl. she was afraid to grow up.

the story of two girls and unlikely love, even when winter is the coldest

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!

outside a home, darkness swallowed the world whole.

a little life story <33

The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project