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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?

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This story is currently in progress, and has not been fully edited yet.
Written by: avalerie696

Beautiful cover by _Ph0ebe_