Challenge: Day 17
As a child:
(Music, this character, did not have a good child hood, at all ;-;)
(Ignore my bad handwriting, here:)
"Am I like a flower? Once loved, and adored, but after time, it withers and the world shuns down on it? Then slowly it shrivels and dies un-loved...? I guess I really am a flower..."
~Music
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