There was a sleepover between 4 girls. Blaze, her sister and 2 others. They ran around at a park while eating spicy peppers. There was screaming as their mouths burned. There was a horror movie and tubs of ice cream. And finally sleep. But most importantly of all there was a lost pair of earbuds. A pair left at the park. A pair that belonged to Blaze.
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Maybe My Story
PoesiaA 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...
