MAF 12

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Black Hole Of My Own by NanoMortis
Allen Walker - Watercolor by LaovaanChorus Corvus by offermoord
Suicide Mission by KevKoe
white by athrawnIndustrial City by AtheistNation
Night landscape by Naddiya
VII by Benlo
Aloha by cmickleThis is War by feeshseagullmine
Ashes : Viros by fdasuarezXanthorhoe montanata by Larxxa
signal tower seven by coffeepainterGreen and Peach Earrings by borysbrytva
Peaks of Rhodochros by ExitMothershipPretty Daisy Cupcakes by theresahelmer
Dead Deer by SorahChan
Flow by kandasamathe mistress of the night by jurithedreamerHyena by Moy-a
blood elf by KetkaCow time! by Exceru-Karina
[AT] MaeNemesis by mayoujiiPond 671570 by pledent
Amethyst dragon EBAY by AlviaAlcedo'Amethyst dragon' handmade sterling silver pendant by seralune
Mine by dels10Orianna by WaterRing
David II by mariasvarbovaTahm Kench: The River King by rarebynWildflowers by TetianaKorobeinyk
Attack from above! by vshenOver the Garden Wall by Ry-Spirit
Village by Catherine-PLSWTOR Commission 02 by Meiverin
Seeing Through You by australet789Shifting Boats at Sunrise by CasualImages
The Opposite I by hellonataBeautiful eyes by Genius-TanyaZ
Journey by SimanionPuddles Pity Party by IzzyMedrano
WIP - Scratchboard of Panther by shonechackoThe forest king of the west by snuapril01Nico Yazawa by hieihirai
Cat Shaman #2 by LimitlessEndeavoursBehind the Fence by SillyJellieReinothar - creature design by Cloister
Ghost ship by rougealizarineSOLD  Handmade Poseable Troubadour The Wolf Hawk by Wood-Splitter-Lee
Post-Apocalyptic Warrior by NuclearSnailStudios
Knuckle Bones of a Saint (or Dreamwalker)The boy clutched rosary beads until his knuckles turned white. He sat in the last pew, listening to a priest shout verses at the congregation. His grandmother was next to him, her hands clasped in prayer. He could hear her slight whispers and felt his heart sink. She was praying for his soul.
Pedro rose and exited the chapel, short stature making it easy to slip away unnoticed. Once the doors closed behind him he let out half a sob. In his twelve years he had never felt as he did in that moment. His own family thought he was some sort of devil. Abuela's doubts had been dispelled by last nights' violent episode.
Taking deep breaths, he started to walk home. His feet stuck in the half mud half dirt road, sandals squelching each time he lifted them. Rain pattered on the thatched roofs of the huts he passed on the small deserted road. Everyone had gathered at the cathedral.
The rain fell heavier as Pedro reached his family's hut. Pushing the door open, he kicked off his mud-caked shoes. Th
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To the one.I'm missing you so much
I don't know what to say
If only you'd some back and stay
I still think you'll come back and its just a hunch
I wish it to be true
After all that we've been through
Giving thought thorough
An apology is due
For becoming a monster
Becoming a beast
Giving the least
That you left is no wonder
For being harsh and hard
I thought it was strictness
But it turned into sickness
I feel like a retard
I wish if you could answer
Positively about your return
I might just wait until I lie in an urn
Question no further
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Thank you very much for the feature!

This means a lot to me. =)