Amira

Cold ice cold, yet inside so warm... The struggle the condiplation the very thought of the feeling, to live, to love, to be free, the exceptence of no one but your own self needed... Fantasizing the truth in all those lies around you, the bold words that stand out among the others... Alined in such a delicate print... To whom does such a face belong? She were angel... With wings.. Now Fallon... You know her misery... Cursed and cased out by the demons who thought fun to you with her for her ever thought of being something more and beyond special.