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| maria | why__i_don't_know | 040202 |
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| endless desire |
whispering through the walls and whimpering the secrets of her soul crouched by the wooden door toes curled around the feet of tub... chilling porcelin, chilling tears ice tile floor. dirty corners she won't gaze at, even in her wildest dreams. you can't make out the words she says only the murmurs of a crouched girl tortured by her own pain. |
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