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May 2021
They were created
Each one with a special gift
All different
just like their gifts
Everything seemed perfect
Until the Despair came
A monster born out of the Darkness
Blood red claws and eyes
only glistened with fresh blood
Everyone was slaughtered
The gifts gone forever
But one survived
A little girl who grew into a woman
Her gift use to mock her
but she learned how to share it with everyone
Some hate it
Some love it
but she can't stop it
Her memories of her family play in her head
and remind her
that the gift of Time is all that is left
from the Timelord reign
Last of her kind
she thought
as her gift finally came for her
Writing of the Unknown
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   Bogdan Dragos
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