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He was poison, she was pure. Everything about her, laced in naivety and innocence. He may as well have been the devil, intent of stripping her of everything she knew. She wanted something different; desperate to know what it was like, being like him. And she craved crazy, because hell; she was crazy for him.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
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He was poison, she was pure. Everything about her, laced in naivety and innocence. He may as well have been the devil, intent of stripping her of everything she knew. She wanted something different; desperate to know what it was like, being like him. And she craved crazy, because hell; she was crazy for him.
mikayla-theriault
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
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