don't talk to strangers✳

❝

why don't you be the writer
   and decide the words i say?
why don't you be the artist
   and make me out of clay?

Born 5 days before Halloween, this child is nothing but a child of the night.
Her name is a synonym of fall, the season where trees abort their leaves
for a more friendly shade. Crazy, fun, sarcastic are some of the traits that
she was born with; don't like it, don't care. Now, this introduction might
sound intimidating, but don't worry; it's just the inner writer in me. If you
weren't as scared as my introduction might have caused you, then please,
click that "friend+" button faster than you spam.   — Autumn a.k.a Master

 
   if i was not myself, and you were someone else.         
   i'd say so much to you, and i would tell the truth.    
                                                              

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