She wasn't born
to be soft and quiet
She was born
To make the world shake and shatter at her fingertips
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Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank: #9 ~Sometimes memories roll down my cheeks and end up as ink on paper~ Cover by @-abstractedly
#31
She wasn't born
to be soft and quiet
She was born
To make the world shake and shatter at her fingertips
