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Dec 2017
"She was young, a rose resting with thorns.She was in detailed how the sky would fall before it had bent. Although she was so bright inside her outside the darkest red like the blood that would leak from the humans fingers when they touched her thorns, she never truly knew her damage."
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Lexeigh Evans
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