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Cento

"No, just stop. No, just stop. No, just stop." How long did I live like that? "I'm out of money." "Most people would kill for that score." This is for the other woman. You enjoy breathing, beauty and truth. We do live in a place where the rain hits the windows. I'll be there. The future is on the next page. It's so loud in there right now. He looks ancient. Getting what you want destroys you.
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olivia-frederick
Tennessee
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Written by
olivia-frederick
Tennessee
Published
Oct 2, 2014
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15·77
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Lines of conversation taken from fellow college students/professors/other

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#inspiration#college#rape#cento#linesofconversation
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