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Everytime, she met a new guy, she kept a broken glass in her fist. Conditioned her to the pain that was to follow. This time, she made a Mistake.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
A Dead Heart
Everytime, she met a new guy, she kept a broken glass in her fist. Conditioned her to the pain that was to follow. This time, she made a Mistake.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
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