I started writing at twelve.
Most of these stories were hidden in my Notes for years-unfinished, unpolished, but mine.
Now I'm letting them breathe.
Not for fame. Not for praise.
Just so I'll never forget the girl who once dreamed in chaos and ink.
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Her Name was Sky
She was the kind of girl you weren't supposed to notice-
but once you did, you'd never forget her.
Sky came o...
