Today is the last day of your competition. I wrote you asking if you would accept a last entry today, but I had no answers, so I decided to draw this, it's up to you to decide if accept her or not. I dreamed her last night...
My life, similar to an anchor. A small body, drowning, by it's own weight. Watching everyone on board having fun, breathing, living. But that little me at the bottom of the ocean, waiting for someone to help me, to pull me up, from my own self. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ↓My little writing book↓ ♚