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Aug 2017
ATL
My wrists throb as my exhaustion and pain flow out like the rain that caresses my cheeks as I sit there cold and shivering, watching the waves crash and hit the rocks with a sound as melodious as the sound of my blood pushing through the valves of my heart. O love, how sad it is that while you ran- they left.
Ricia
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