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Apr 2015
He felt something cold making its way down his leg.
When he looked down he saw that it was only his last ounce of sanity,
pure and red, finding an escape from this inhospitable environment.
But at least he felt something.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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   Isabelle Perla
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