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Oct 2015
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
Written by
TedH415  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
   ---, Mysterious Aries and SPT
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