𝔙ivian
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Vivian looked away from the bird after thinking of her past. Her neglect from her mother, that woman, and of her condition. She also thought about her won death. It will be painful bliss in the end. She wondered if it's really worth living life, waiting for it to come by and just kill her. Just kill her.
She looked back at Rayamo, who was smiling and holding two flowers in front of her. They were pretty looking flowers. She cocked her head at them for a second, and gingerly took the flowers with her hands. She wanted to make sure her sharp, grap colored nails with the long talons don't hurt the stem or petals.
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