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Feb 2013
Was her loudest cry,
She wish she were never alive.
All she wanted was love,
But instead there was blood.
Her mind against her body,
She thought it's too late to stop me.
Sharp objects and weak skin,
Oh, that sweet pulsing crimson.
maggie
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maggie  California
(California)   
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   Rachel Ueda, Sammie wells, Maggie, --- and ---
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