Dead Falling
He truely loves her, She's feeling the crmison read blood line that controls her fate. She looks into his eyes, hopeing that she will die lonley an heartbroken. Tell her that she belongs, somewhere, that she means something to someone. But you know the truth, You just don't want to to see that fake smile again. Knowing that she is somewhat slightly happy. Sorry that she left, But it was her time, her fate.
poem by Tori Tovsen
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