The Red Rose Petals
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Last published Tue, Mar 28, 2023
" Taking a deep breath of air, the cold making my lung feel like their on fire. It was painful. I hated the cold - I always felt out of place when I'm with my family, is it because I'm different with my wings or is it because I was an imperfect child? I didn't know, nothing made sense to me. Everything always hurt - nothing was the way I wanted it. ' Am I hopeless? Am I born to be this way? ' I spoke out, and to my surprise, someone answered. "
Hello!! I am creating a book on my character named Nightmare based off of a discord Dsmp fantasy server I'm in!!! It's quite fun when you get the context together, but as usual, I'm going to be matching it with the server!! I will be giving explanations in chapters 1-2 and maybe 3!! It is very important to read those chapters!!!
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