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She stepped into her suit it felt heavy against her skin the rough cloth with puncturing thorns hurt anybody who got too close just the way she liked it she looked around a war camp filled with blood and silent screamers eyes wide as shattered vases that was what she wanted she slaughtered them all like fleeing prey and a sob arose with the help of some force the deed was already done she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns she had pushed them away and now they would never return the flower was far from withered it had been cut to pieces and no glue would fix it she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns until the end of times.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Puncturing Thorns
She stepped into her suit it felt heavy against her skin the rough cloth with puncturing thorns hurt anybody who got too close just the way she liked it she looked around a war camp filled with blood and silent screamers eyes wide as shattered vases that was what she wanted she slaughtered them all like fleeing prey and a sob arose with the help of some force the deed was already done she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns she had pushed them away and now they would never return the flower was far from withered it had been cut to pieces and no glue would fix it she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns until the end of times.
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18/F/The Clouds
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
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