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Mar 2018
"Violence is the beat of her soul,"
"Her lips redder than the blood of a cut."
"Her eyes had no shine, unlike the stars in the sky.."
"She was losing her red color."
"Her cheeks no longer a bright crimson red."
"Her hand cold, so was the rest of her body."
"The girl laid there"."
"Looking into nothing."
aaaa this one is kinda bad
mars
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mars  17/F
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     Benji James
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