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Lie on the gentle skin that controls her expressive "sadness" Tears ran through the pink blush creating a destructive pathway to outline the held tension. Pursed lips, heavy breathing, Always Relying on eyes. She lays clawing and clenching next to the little girl called victim.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
She lets them sit.
Lie on the gentle skin that controls her expressive "sadness" Tears ran through the pink blush creating a destructive pathway to outline the held tension. Pursed lips, heavy breathing, Always Relying on eyes. She lays clawing and clenching next to the little girl called victim.
julia-veron
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
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