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Jan 2014
"I don't let anybody help me."

He paused. He looked at her fragile body and for the first time, he noticed all the scars too. He saw the nails protruding from her heart and the barbed wire that was wound to tightly around. And though he saw the answer, he needed to hear her say it. "Why?"

"Sometimes we go through things that make it so we're better off alone. And I, my love, have been through a lot of those things."
Savannah Charlish
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Savannah Charlish  20/F/Portland, OR
(20/F/Portland, OR)   
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