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Mar 2021
The first time it is said it's with cold acceptance as she walks away,
The second with unrivaled hate as she makes his blood flood the room,
The third and final time is with a mournful cry by an enemy as she takes her final breaths,
You could have been so much better
Zaraeea
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Zaraeea  18/Genderqueer
(18/Genderqueer)   
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   Imran Islam, Kamal and Julia Celine
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