Lately she had been rather depressed. She had always cried herself to sleep, tonight was no different. She lay her head on the pillow and let the make up flow down her face, smothering herself with her pillow so no one would hear her, allowing the black to sink into the threads. Minutes passed by… Continue reading Embrace the Breeze
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The Demon
The demon,the demon yes it’s back. It was in the back of my mind,a mist of black.