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It was one of those days when the silence made her feel the troubled world was too much for her pained heart. Her blood released, tears bleeding to a pool. The carpet vampire ***** its life. She digs her nails sharply into her hand. Too late. A breath to find Unconscious numbness. It was one of those days.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
One Of Those Days
It was one of those days when the silence made her feel the troubled world was too much for her pained heart. Her blood released, tears bleeding to a pool. The carpet vampire ***** its life. She digs her nails sharply into her hand. Too late. A breath to find Unconscious numbness. It was one of those days.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
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