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Young Writers Society


Sins


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Skins

I like poetry, walking along the beach while the moonlight shines upon my soul, drawing rainbows and poking dead things with sticks. If you want to know anymore about me, just give me a nudge on my wall. And remember, if I don't see you through the week I'll see you through the window.


Occupation

Student

Website

http://societykilledtheinnocent.tumblr.com/


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson