how you've grown
flourished to a lone wolf
roaming the misty woods
but atleast the grass is still green
flowers blooming
the streams are still flowing
even though your heart is in pieces
you at peace
a ragging war bubbling
hot and erupting sooner then expected
dear Quinn I hope you will survive
I hope you still have one last trick up your sleeves
I hope you still have hope
to get your through this monstrosity


yours truly
Quinn
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