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Jan 2018
Mirror mirror on the wall whose the darkest of us all no need to tell I already know her skin is just as pale as snow her eyes are deep and cold like ice rendering me useless to put up a fight she is the ender of my world the snuffer of my life dear gods why curse me with a monster for a wife.
It's funny how some of our worst experiences help us create some of our best work.
Angel Melendez
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Angel Melendez  38/M/Knoxville
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