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Dec 2011
She dragged her nails across pale skin, digging
into her flesh and relished in the the pain, curling
her fingers across punctured plains.
She bled crimson but it didn't satiate her guilt.
J
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J  28/F/NYC
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   CG Abenis and Holden Wolfe
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