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Wanna be my Valentine?Well, it's not a Raffle... cause EVERYONE WINS!
Usually i don't like this Day, but this year, i'll spread all my love, by sending everyone a gift!
If there will be more attenders as i expect, i'll write some Loveletters and personal poem's, besides my free sketches, too.
What to do?!
You have to give me something, till the 14 February (I don't accept anything after Valentines-day)
You can give me, whatever you want, a posting on your FB Wall by crediting me, a poem on Twitter or a little Sketch at DA... it doesn't matter!
You have to make sure, i can see it (Share it for puplic) and you have to credit me! (So i can get sure, it isn't just a ordinary posting)
After that, you can send it to me, in the comments, or via Notes, E-Mail with the link to it. (The safest way are the comments below!) and make sure you add a Reference of your Character, or a little wish of a favourite fandom Character too, so i can gift you as
My mind at 3 A.M.Pouring rain
A sleepless night
Dancing in my mind
An addiction to hold back
A hope to cherish
Darkness is all around
But somewhere the light still shines
The past is too vivid
The future is too foggy
The present is a battle
A battle I must win
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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