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Jan 2014
There is a sadness in our bones and a sinking feeling in our souls.
As the tide washes in and all that is left is black.
Our eyes are still and cold with empty thoughts.
Tears paint our faces black and blue as we disfigure and break.
But alas, we will survive, because we know what it's like to be hollow and deprived.
So, alas, we will survive.
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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