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Nov 2012
Evil thoughts come a little too easy, I speak them unto you as venomous bullets eager to break your spirit. But my thoughts are never really my own, but my fear of what another may speak into you. So I warn you, I prepare you for the pain that may sure enough come. Because people like you don't come around too often. I am your toughest critic, your worst enemy, I am the army. I am the worst case scenario, the eyes of society.
Alexandria Rae Mason
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   Rose Wintons
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