Hannah Holton
A soft glow of lingering magic can be seen in my footprint, a cold attic of wandering dreams, and a quiet determination to survive this year. This is my feeble attempt to exist without being told it is not enough.
A soft glow of lingering magic can be seen in my footprint, a cold attic of wandering dreams, and a quiet determination to survive this year. This is my feeble attempt to exist without being told it is not enough.
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