fiascos, shenanigans, and the most beautiful binds. instigated by one tiny girl, miss Poppy Avalon.
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Be a blessing…
A necessary lie… and an answer
The relentless raining down of our current condition…
When Poppy says she’s leaving…
Surgery, sanity, and 8 little fingers.
That night, again.
Three hundred sixty nine days.
All my love, little light <3
What no one is saying but should absolutely be screaming.
When the sky has fallen
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