The Little Pisces.
As baby Pisces ceaselessly ran as well as hopped
Beamed as well as laughed as she achieved fresh allies.....
However this little Pisces was two faced....
The Pisces only cloaked anguish in her grin...
Along with the anxiety of falling apart....
The dread of her family being crumbled into fragments,
And she kept it up through foremost of her younger years...
Until the shadows ate her....
So she was nothing but a brat who hurts people.
Playing with the emotions of others....
Especially the boys, since they always fond over her even though she was the bossiest person in the group...
Yet, beneath this facade...
Showed a sweet sunflower...
Who wanted to love and care for all...
But that pain grew more...
So she wilted slowly...
So the shine in her faded into black...
And a void of...
Power
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