Beyond the Walls of Tradition
Misplaced dreams die
You make me wish I could vanish far beyond these obsidian walls. Unlike the bars of a prison, there is no space to squeeze through here; no powder blue sky to peer at between the rusted iron.
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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