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Nov 9
She was an angel, a radiant light too brilliant for my shadowed soul. And I—nothing more than a beast marked by scars, unworthy of her grace. Yet somehow, she found beauty in my flaws and chose to dance in the darkness with me.
Written by
Terry
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     ImosyrroS and Sin
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