I've always been different from other girls. My long, dark hair hangs below my fragile waist.
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Down by the Meadow
HorrorBy legs slowly fall into the cold water. My eyes close as I'm breathing in the fresh air. Winds blow against my pink cheeks and a smile creeps on my dry lips. As I'm looking around the meadow, something inside of me wants to run back home. I feel li...
Down by the Meadow
I've always been different from other girls. My long, dark hair hangs below my fragile waist.