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She grounded her feet and leaned forward peering into tiny mud puddles. She saw the outline of her wavy hair with one stray piece rebelling from how she wanted it to rest on the top of her head. And she wanted to fix it, but couldn't completely. ***** He grinded his teeth and leaned forward peering into tiny blood puddles. He saw the outline of his unmarked arms with one sharp blade rebelling from how he wanted it to be on the darkest of his nights. And he wanted to stop for her, but couldn't completely.
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 7:57 PM UTC
Puddles
She grounded her feet and leaned forward peering into tiny mud puddles. She saw the outline of her wavy hair with one stray piece rebelling from how she wanted it to rest on the top of her head. And she wanted to fix it, but couldn't completely. ***** He grinded his teeth and leaned forward peering into tiny blood puddles. He saw the outline of his unmarked arms with one sharp blade rebelling from how he wanted it to be on the darkest of his nights. And he wanted to stop for her, but couldn't completely.
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Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 7:57 PM UTC
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