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Her hair messy, plastered over her face by tears. Her eyes red and puffy. Her mouth open and screaming. Her voice raw with pain. Her throat dry and on fire. Her arms feel anchored to her sides. Her knuckles are ****** and swollen. Her heart and her mind are bleeding with hope. Her stomach feels like a can that's been crushed. Her legs--think they're still there, she can't feel them.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
This girl
Her hair messy, plastered over her face by tears. Her eyes red and puffy. Her mouth open and screaming. Her voice raw with pain. Her throat dry and on fire. Her arms feel anchored to her sides. Her knuckles are ****** and swollen. Her heart and her mind are bleeding with hope. Her stomach feels like a can that's been crushed. Her legs--think they're still there, she can't feel them.
This girl is broken but not in a sense that she needs to be put back together, no, this girl is broken in a way where she can't give up. She can't stop having hope. This girl is cursed.
#knuckles#bleeding#voice#raw#throat#heart#scresming#ka
EvangelineGreen
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EvangelineGreen
23/F/Mordor
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
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