To the Everyday Passerby,
Simply existing, that is my metier. In the beginning I was meant to shine in the warm, afternoon sun. But the black clouds came a'calling and I was left without a purpose. The time for the storm to pass is soon upon us, I'm sure. So for now, enjoy the music of crashing waves and tumultuous thunder.
Sincerest Wishes,
Maverick Braith a.k.a. thisbrokenallure
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Stories by Maverick Braith
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