"When her thoughts moved the inked pen,
The clock strikes as darkness bloomed like a wilted flower;
Words in varies of hues were splashed by a painter,
Some bright, others sullen;
To remind fellowmen,
The beauty of the unspoken."
Her real name remains buried in the depth of an abyss filled with secrets, but you can just call her anything you want. As you can see, this girl's a try-hard writer. It makes her sappy, poetic, and serious though. She's also a fourteen-year-old gal with an angel-like appearance, yet there's this sassy personality she possess; maybe a perk of being a Leo. She can come off as a snub sometimes when really, she intends to befriend co-Wattpad users, so feel free to send her a message! You can often spot her in her room behind a laptop screen and pondering upon what to type next.
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