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| - from her arms on the floor. it pools together and soon her arms, legs, body are a mess of scars and skin soaked crimson.she carves pretty pictures in her legs, choirs of her twilight temper making their way onto her leg in cuts and gashes. bruises, cuts, burns. hunger, pain, sorrow. anger, envy, brokenness.she carves wings made of glass and she hopes that, dazedly, she will fly.xshe loves all of
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