Left to Burn

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Words left unspoken, shadowed voices fill the dark night, there is nothing left but a silver light...

A single scarlet rose laying on the cold winter ground...

A fire burning out of existence...

A gentle breeze in the the hills of Avon, Minnesota. A small town of 1,402 people. Yet I am alone and hidden amongst the shadows of the night, left and forgotten, both jnight and day. Am I just a nameless soul among named souls? One out of 1,402? Just forgotten and left to wither away like a flower? In this war alone, but who would need friends or people to keep close to you? I don't need any of that, ive been on my own since I was just 13, alone in a world who had forgotten about a little girl with no parents because she chose to wear a pentagram instrad of a cross. Abandoned by her own family. Forced to pack up and leave neveru to return to her so called "home" she found refuge in an abandoned lakeside home in the woods. It had everything that she needed. For once she found "Home" her OWN home.

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