Dear Z, (you know who you are). If you are not Z, please burn this letter, and forget you ever came into contact with it.
Z,
You prevailed upon your consistent theory
The souls have vanished
I wander in solitary
Preyed on by grim memories
Forced to question “what if?”
Can the bond forged from corruption be mended?
I shall board your vessel for reconciliation
Desperate aid is needed, please hasten
I fear soon they’ll come back as phantoms in psyche
Have I gone mad?
Sincerely, M
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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