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Her eyes were dark, the life ****** right out of them. lips chapped, dehydration. cheeks sunken in, deprivation. the pale face staring back at the person she had let her broken heart turn her into. the broken heart that was transforming, mutating, and morphing her once beautiful blissful life into her own personal hell.
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
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Her eyes were dark, the life ****** right out of them. lips chapped, dehydration. cheeks sunken in, deprivation. the pale face staring back at the person she had let her broken heart turn her into. the broken heart that was transforming, mutating, and morphing her once beautiful blissful life into her own personal hell.
emily-jane
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
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