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Sep 2018
“I’m not a good person, you know.” She began with a distant voice. Her lips rolled into a thin line and she shrugged her shoulders. 

“I trade people my soul for their time. The only thing that I’m after is someone to fill this e͟m͟p͟t͟i͟n͟e͟s͟s͟, and once they dare to dive even further within me, I know that it’s time to cut them loose 

and I fall in love 

all over again

with someone else."
Antionicia
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Antionicia  18/F/Mesa
(18/F/Mesa)   
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   Fawn and Dennis Willis
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