I was fourteen when I saw my white petals turn red… Because of you. I was still blossoming, trying as best as I can to rise amongst this garden of dirt;
By Juliette Normand6 years ago in Poets
Quick notice: This story was originally written in French since it's my first language, I did my best to translate it but it is possible that there are still a few errors in my text!
By Juliette Normand6 years ago in Humans