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Jun 5
Crafted in one’s mind,
made into existence.

Though made to be looked at,
it craved to take essence.

It wanted to see red,
it wanted something dead.

And the holder was the one that did it.
Brianna N
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Brianna N  13/F/Somewhere Else
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