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Feb 2021
she was said to be peculiar, the beautiful altruistic hero, the protagonist of everyone's story. i am she. if only, there were much more for her to learn. i couldn't keep my kleptomaniac limbs to one, she could take; no give. why would i give to the people who aren't the same on the surface?
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