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She stands on the edge awake.. yet confused as to where she is The thoughts blossoming in her mind reek of hatred and fear she steps out onto the ledge and looks down at her freshly painted toenails why did I get these painted?.. she thinks.. they're just going to be imprinted in the pavement in a minute anyways
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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She stands on the edge awake.. yet confused as to where she is The thoughts blossoming in her mind reek of hatred and fear she steps out onto the ledge and looks down at her freshly painted toenails why did I get these painted?.. she thinks.. they're just going to be imprinted in the pavement in a minute anyways
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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