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ii. THE FURY OF THE WORLD RESTS UPON HER SHOULDERS. ( inflict upon pain     but she does not yield. ) — dark eyes scream dangers to outsiders. she is storm !       she is anger ! ( yet, she feels as if her lungs are crushed by thousand boulders. )
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
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ii. THE FURY OF THE WORLD RESTS UPON HER SHOULDERS. ( inflict upon pain     but she does not yield. ) — dark eyes scream dangers to outsiders. she is storm !       she is anger ! ( yet, she feels as if her lungs are crushed by thousand boulders. )
naked-avenues
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
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