she's got fire in her veins,
smoke on her lips,
and blood staining her fists.
but her mind is wrapped in chains,
and scars mark her hips;
sometimes she forgets she even exists.
  • Latvia, Olaine
  • JoinedApril 23, 2015



Story by Kāda
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