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she's got fire in her veins, smoke on her lips, and blood staining her fists. but her mind is wrapped in chains, and scars mark her hips; sometimes she forgets she even exists.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
smoke and fire.
she's got fire in her veins, smoke on her lips, and blood staining her fists. but her mind is wrapped in chains, and scars mark her hips; sometimes she forgets she even exists.
rafaelbarba
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
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