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Beautiful delicate fairies, dancing in Ana's meadow.carried by thin, perfect wings,flower to flower they fly,their petite figures leave no mark,in the..
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A Story by Katub
Her eyes are teary.her wrists are a mess.everyday he loves her.a little less.she pulls herself up.and looks around.tears and blood.cover the ground.sh..
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They ask me why i do it, why I never eat.Just the taste of thin, is far too sweet.Your head spinning and not having strength,Is because you hold away ..
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Your wrists
were always the worst. And I saw it all.
I thought
you were invincible, that you’d never fall.
You
promised me the..
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