Was I cold?

Was I cold?

fairytail-happy

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Feb 6, 2014

I was walking down the street of the little long abandoned village in the middle of no where. They were scared of me, until I met this little boy down by the long-dried river bed. Until I screamed and cried out a thousand times before any of them dared to enter my dark-surrounded room. I chose to be alone, after meeting this little boy down by the long-dried river bed.

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