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Easy for you, to leave as a victim.
Why blame me for what happened,
when I'm the one left hurting?
About the Creator
The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
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