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Midnight Cries (Vivien's Origins)
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Ongoing, First published Apr 16, 2018
A demon she had seen
Burning in the rain 
Befriending the thing 

Years of a friendship no one can see
Made the young girl wounder if it was all just a dream

Dark thoughts flooded her mind 
As the voices from the demons past Whisper in the night
Driving the young girl into a sadness no one could bare

No she could not take it
You wouldn't either 
and yet no one believed her

Can you hear her? 
Those midnight cries
Do you see her on the highest point
Staring at the night sky
Taking her last breath

And hangs in her demise 


(A/N: I own everything from the characters to the drawings. Okay there might be a few characters I don't own)
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