Kitsune
A thought was all she needed before she could hit the canvas in a colorful wave.
The arts her, favorite thing about the world. She lived it she breathed it. She was it.
Somebody is what I am. Somebody is kind to me. Somebody is not.
writing since 2012 · 4 entries · 4 days shown up
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the words Sophie reaches for
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