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I died right there and then in the most vicious manner with every touch she crafted on his skin and every smile she formed to his lips she mutilated me—sliced my body and took away the happiness in me I was buried inside the coffin of their screaming memory and I yelled back in agony then he ran to me pulled my soul with powerful force of his convincing gravity he resuscitated what she stole and returned my heart to a whole
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Renaissance
I died right there and then in the most vicious manner with every touch she crafted on his skin and every smile she formed to his lips she mutilated me—sliced my body and took away the happiness in me I was buried inside the coffin of their screaming memory and I yelled back in agony then he ran to me pulled my soul with powerful force of his convincing gravity he resuscitated what she stole and returned my heart to a whole
amalia-puspa
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
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