Walking through the dark her hair blows by the breeze face covered with scars lip bleeding and suit in scars I will not give up to save this city I was born here and I won’t let you  destroy these kid’s childhoods and neither will I give up yet until you leave Fire comes out of her hands and throws them around you and the fire goes up and her hair floats in the air and the red moon raises her eyes turn red as she floats she yells YOU MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE A GONNER!!
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