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The Martyr

by FloresAlgernon

She did not keep the peace, was not the conformist in silence, was not a normal person. She was the rebellious martyr filled with centuries upon centuries of the world's anger and trash. She did not yield for a rule, never stormed for the greater good of currency, and was born to die. But of course, not before she recieved what she thrived for.
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Feb 6, 2015
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#anger#martyr#conformity#abnormal#rebellious
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