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Here Part Broken SoulsI felt his hand gently come to rest on my arm and I twitched at the feeling of ice running down my spine. Don’t touch me. We were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed and my hair hung like a wall between us, a barrier that I never wanted to have removed. “Rhian?” his voice cracked with the emotions that were filling his head and his hand squeezed my arm, briefly and gently. His skin was burning and I felt certain that he would leave a red, hand shaped rash on my skin when he finally moved it. Please stop touching me. I imagined the expression on his face. His lip would be pouting slightly, causing dimples on his chin, his eyebrows pullHere Part Broken Souls
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chloe
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They call me...K-Dog
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put some lipstick on, at least then your lies will be pretty
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They call me...K-Dog
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put some lipstick on, at least then your lies will be pretty
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Night is so beautiful (we need her as much as we need Day)
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"I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike"
"Mirror", Plath...My gallery
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Night is so beautiful (we need her as much as we need Day)
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