Fire, burns her heart, And ice, makes her soul. Who do you trust, When no one, you know? A child, so helpless, so pure, so sweet, Stuck in her hands, She's forced to leap. She's a desperate deer in the woods of pain, She longs for the sweet tang of grass, In a land destitute of life. A mate? What's that? What does he do? It seems like he does nothing but brood. What's the point in hoping, If there is no hope? -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• This story is currently in progress, and has not been fully edited yet. Written by: avalerie696 Beautiful cover by _Ph0ebe_
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