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Apr 2015
A raw lip and ****** knuckles.
I never considered what the aftermath would be,
but if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that you are going to crush me like a small bug.
Guts splattered, heart flattened, dead.
Isabella Rizzo
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   Riddhi Ramesh
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