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The damage was inside her, Like the blood coursing in her veins. Invisible cracks running under her porcelain skin. Scars from the erosion of constant Toxicity. There's nothing more I wish to do Than to fill in the cracks. Sand and polish her Back to prestine condition. The way she was before the world Wore her down.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Damaged
The damage was inside her, Like the blood coursing in her veins. Invisible cracks running under her porcelain skin. Scars from the erosion of constant Toxicity. There's nothing more I wish to do Than to fill in the cracks. Sand and polish her Back to prestine condition. The way she was before the world Wore her down.
Some people are just too far gone.
chelsea-rae
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
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