Sorrow's JoyPrologueSorrow's Joy
A cool breeze blows softly, whispering through the trees at midnight. sitting in a lonely rowan tree there sat a young teen girl. Her family had been fighting again that night. That could have been the reason for the tears on her cheeks... but then again, it wasn't. For tonight at least she cried for a lost love. He had often been here late atr night, as was evinced by his strange carvings all over the tree. A year ago today he had turned 18. The night before that was the last time she had seen him. He had appeared sad and lost about his birthday. She remembered everything about him... His soft red hair, the way it
| I'm josh... there isn't really a good way to describe me so i'll borrow my friend britteny's description. '...you look like a redheaded inshape jesus...' |
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Okay then... Roses are red mistakes are wrong i have been here too long i wanna go home
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2 quotes that usually hold true: 1. “It is most fun to hang out with the crazy and odd people because there is never a dull moment.” 2. “The brightest ideas come on the blackest of nights.”
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