hi
*waves*
Call me your moon and Ill shine on you even in the darkest of times, maybe then youll stop comparing me to your sun for he only stays on the brightest of days and leaves when the world starts to turn and the tides start to change.
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Story by Chasing Clouds
My Fair Lady
They say her hair is the color of blood, her mothers, on the day she died.
They say she killed her mother f...