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Jan 2015
You were put in the same Lit class as the boy with ****** knuckled and a taste for poison
So he could beat your heart into a tiny ball of tangles veins and crushed muscle, and then throw up his whole stomach onto it.
He was there so that you could decide that your heart looked better intact.
Emma Amme
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   Steven Sanchez
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