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Sep 2014
She moved with a certain kind of madness that was invisible to everyone else, but to me it glared like a beacon of light calling out the demons in my soul. Her teeth were bleached white but I could smell the blood of all the countless souls she had  devoured over her life. I was dead before she even said a word and I was just another stain on her pearly whites as the morning sun crept over my corpse.
Akira Chinen
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Akira Chinen  122/M/texas
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