AspenBorn

I am not the bright, young thing I once was Where there were soft caring hands there are now sharp claws, They are scratching and raking at the hand that feeds.

A part of me wonders if I had to succumb to it. Did my teacher's hatred have to be what won out over its teachings? I wonder if this is my fault. Perhaps it is.

I wonder why I am stuck. My mind never seems to leave that moment, that cruel, final moment when my innocence died.

Sometimes, in the darkness, I see a door And I see light slipping through the cracks But when I go to chase it, it burns and leaves nothing but ash.

This door must lead to what is left of me, the true me, the girl who died and took my world with her. She never should have become who I am.

I'm gonna try to start a Daily dose of Baby Folly

first off, THANKY YOUUUim glad u liked em ,,, and second off, ye sure :] heres recent doodles

and ill show some more self indulgent silly things under the cut just bc