It might be hard to believe that she could go unnoticed with long sleeves in the heat of May. It was even more hard to believe that even in the depth of a Depression unit in health class nobody would notice either. And for a while she thought nobody would. Nobody would notice how uncomfortable she became in short sleeves, or how silent she was. And even when she was sure somebody would notice when she suddenly left class after a joke was made about self harm, nobody did. And Blaze was in fact alone. She only knew how to write and that was what kept her on earth long enough to be saved. So in the middle of the night Blaze, who now wasn't getting much sleep at all now, drew a picture that started everything
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Maybe My Story
PoetryA story of Blaze, and Ace. A story of broken relationships, remote islands, trauma, hate, self destruction, and relationships that can never be. This is the story of tragedy, and recovery. Of Defensiveness and trust. Of music and writing. Of being t...
