We are reflections of innermost hear beats. The best part of being young was when I stopped counting seconds in between breaths in 3rd grade. Hiding these outward plans to see everything as if it were new and shiny. We were planning on being Marians.
The world was so small and her dreams so big. She needs a home to rest her body because sadly she will not be using it ever again. Search for the lost because they can’t anymore.
Find the missing girls of DC.
