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Oct 2014
Angsty: Shredded jeans and eyes with wings; red rimmed eyes looking down on blood covered thighs. She's ran away too many times to count. She's lost inside a house of barely scrapping by and a mother that spends her nights flying high. It takes her hours to scrub away the make up on her face; it will take forever to scrub away the past that haunts her.
Bethany Duvall
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Bethany Duvall  California
(California)   
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