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Nov 2013
Her
Her heart is cold.
Her eyes are sunken.
She has grown weary of life.
He lungs are heavy.
Her face is pale.
Her limbs are frail.
Her arms,
Scarred.
She picks up the blade with her dainty fingers.
It was her escape from reality.
Now,
it's her escape from the world.
Dark Smile
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Dark Smile
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   Monique Olivier, --- and Rose
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