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It ends with a scream. A scream that echoes across the entire city. She doesn’t sink to her knees. She collapses. It’s not beautiful. It’s heartbreaking and raw.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
It's a cruel thing to have your twin, your soul mate, your world, torn from you
It ends with a scream. A scream that echoes across the entire city. She doesn’t sink to her knees. She collapses. It’s not beautiful. It’s heartbreaking and raw.
it's an even crueler thing, when the twelve minutes pass and you're no longer the younger twin
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
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