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Memories of battles lost etched upon her skin. Solitary battles that she knew she could never win. Each aperture a story of perpetual anguish suppressed. Agony residing in the void in the left side of her chest.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
the price of love
Memories of battles lost etched upon her skin. Solitary battles that she knew she could never win. Each aperture a story of perpetual anguish suppressed. Agony residing in the void in the left side of her chest.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
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