It's in my Blood
A Dream of a transiting Woman
It's in my blood not to quit on my dreams.
Five and a half years
I've screamed.
I was led
No more
Slam the door.
To those.
False "Brothers" and "Sisters."
Five and a half years.
Fears trigger Panic Attacks.
Up to my BACK!
I almost became my worst fear.
A mindless drone.
Feeling alone.
Five and a half years.
This ends
My friends
Been my Bloodline
On my dads birthday, I will release my Book
No girlfriend.
Just me
To Be
Or Not.
Fuck that
I will be.
Five and a half years.
Led no More.
I'm free
Love you Bloodline
I'm not a tribal chief.
An empire is coming
Bigger than Rome.
About the Creator
Rayna Quinns
I like writing stories and believe that sins as well as tragedies can make you a think
I write about shows and movies from a unprofessional of view.
I could write smut but it's too easy
I am Me
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